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Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Ruby da fucking Cherry, bitch Yeah, I'm a dime a dozen (Yeah) All of a sudden me and my cousin rich from pressing buttons (Bip) Lost in the sauce Yeah, I need a fuckin' compass (Here we go) Diggin' out all these industry plants Their roots were covered in fungus She asked if she could blow me I said 'bitch, I ain't no trumpet' (Blegh) She then called me her husband I said 'No, bitch, we just fucking' (Huhhuhuh) This ain't for discussion (nope) Mixed the Sprite up with some 'Tussin (Yeah) Fuck it, I bought steel-toed boots It's time to kick the bucket (Yeah) Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana (Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh) Pull up on a fuck-boy, I get down Off my meds right now Room full of bottles, I might drown (ah) Sedated, I'm going crazy Devil riding with me, chops out (rah, rah) Lurking from the gutter (Pa, pa) Demons is my brothers (Brothers) Blue pills up my nose (Nose, what?) OP's in some foil (Foil) Mouth drippin' with oil (Oil) Watch me fade to black behind the marijuana smoke (ah) Separate color clothes but we all cut from the same cloth Screaming, 'Bloody murder', doing dirt with my kinfolk, ayy Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I Glock, not to Glock, not to smack from the back Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the marijuana Glock to my fuckin' back, a pill smacked to my head I catch another, clutchin' on the smoke from the mariju-
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