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all these types pipes in the car I'm your local Mr plumbet backwoods for the raw man it's like a smoking lumber I like my money and commas we got switches for drama you should listen to Mama don't come out in the summer When the winter time come we pop out with the bundles when the spring time come all the flowers low numbers when them beams out run or your ass going under I got a slingshot gun that bitch strike harder than thunder only speak numercy so I talk in numbers if it ain't about currency then that's shit just dumber I'm in the foreign bumblebee getting lit with your mama I go by the law of truancy when you come with the drama call me mister two of key eating good like piranhas it's going to be a extra fee if I ain't got your number can't let people next to me not even my mama I don't want to rest in peace just live smooth without drama they say who wait next to eat put this gas in your funnel I got different recipes why the f*** would I fumble I've been doing extra deeds cuz I'm on another come up put my feet on my knees when my legs can't run up from sun up to sun up I want nothing but hundreds get bombed up you run up so precise when i come up athlete, chasing all this paper cash meet dont mind my haters, ask me they can get that belt to ass cheeks something like your daddy Daddy be im every where where tha bag be my ice on freeze with a tag fee my eyes Chinese on that gas leak but I can't sleep until the cash sleep