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[intro]
i’m with my n-ggas, ho

[hook]
i-i-i don’t f-ck with xannies and that lean
but i do f-ck with alcohol and weed
bi-b-tch, i crossfade, alcohol and weed
bi-b-tch, i crossfade, alcohol and weed
and when i’m on the scene, i get her and her team
i got the tree and my partner got the beans
bi-b-tch, i crossfade, alcohol and weed
bi-b-tch, i crossfade, alcohol and weed

[verse 1]
i’m drunk as f-ck, gettin’ white boy lit
tryna find a broad, shawty, let me hit
i only hear the music, give a f-ck ’bout where we is
i’m tryna f-ck her in the club on my usher sh-t
i like the way she p-ssy poppin’ and she handstand
turn a lapdance to a battle of the bands
make it rain, dough fall like an avalanche
perfect time to leave ya n-gga, b-tch you got a chance
please don’t ruin my vibe ho, stuck up like you fine though
talk that game, that’s my dough, chiefin’ til my eyes low
f-ck hard, i don’t grind slow, i’mma need that mind pr-nto
i’mma need that mind pr-nto, up-down-up-down combo

[hook]

[verse 2]
throwin’ dough, that’s all the time, shawty showin’ all the signs
homie, bullsh-t aside, i can probably f-ck yo dime
sippin’ on some brew with lime, pluckin’ hoes, two a time
she divin’ in no purple rain, we make this party off the chain
and my b-tches stay bad, i need that p-ssy asap
goin’ for the bar, then it’s on, call it face-mask
never been no b-tch, you could never say that
we ain’t feminine, this where real n-ggas stay at
i’m swaggin’ off this liquor, broad, i ain’t no sippa
tonight i’m feelin’ dangerous, ain’t runnin’ with no scissors
my partna got the indo, i’m actin’ out my mental
this combo get me bent, like i’m playin’ limbo

[hook]

[verse 3]
driftin’ in the turnin’ lane, i’m ridin’ wit a quarter tank
i’m pullin’ over for my sake, i think i’m bout to pour a drank
i’m creepin’ at tortoise pace, i’m actin’ like a caught a case
the subwoofer’s blowin’ b-ss, i’m tryna get the doors to break
wylin’ with my kinfolk, hold it down, ten toes
enterprise, get dough, pimpin’, i don’t simp hoes
trippin’ like i lost control, skatin’ on a sl!ck road
sittin’ like a six-fo, bangin’ offa impulse
reppin’ where i’m from though, this is that virginia sh-t
i’m tryna get a bankroll, not livin offa benefits
a shawty with a fat -ss, thicker than that tennis chick
she won’t even start a racket, but she like to grip the stick

[hook]

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