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All this drinking gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some niggas just really don give a fuck
But some niggas just really don give a fuck
All this drink gon catch up
And all this smoking gon catch up
But some bitches just really don give a fuck
But some bitches just really don give a fuck
(Verse 1)
Now let me be quite frank cause I that crazy nigga Luda
Always got a drank and I steady smokin budda
I do da evil that men do when I get you
I a sit you down then take it to the mentals
Essentials and clown
Every chance I get bitch I hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the cannabis
Shit I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I riding by
Say hi to plenty liquors and I know it a sin
And if you tell me stop drinking
I just do it again
So when I get old
I a rock, roll, shake and shiver
Wit some blackedout lungs and a fucked up liver
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(Verse 2)
A yo I do this for blunt heads and winos
Stewart Ave hoes niggas from G-road
Committed to slanin blow
Doubling dough
24-7 fuck po po we blowing dro out the Ac legend
Running wit 2 strike felons
And I pack 44 like Hank Aaron
That will smoke an L bust shells
And dare you to tell
Walk up in the club pretty thug
Fucked up off headshots
Sippin some Covoce?watching hoes drop it like it hot
Shaking tits and twats facing big face 20 and cock
Loading clips and glocks knowing we got the haters hot
The balling don stop just drop more G on drank and drugs
Live it up young niggas cause it gone catch up
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(Verse 3)
Now wit the help of Hen and Coke
I grab my pad and pin and wrote
Somethin that I knew was dope
And represent for my kinfolk
Pimp a hoe until she broke wit more lines then chopped coke
A yo it 2-0
I Eastside king wit a Barretta
Wit a twist of Almoretta
My shit even come out better
Grab a blunt put it together
What a nigga really need
Run up in the club and boe a mutherfucker til he bleed
Remmy and ice house til the lights out
Or the club get closed out
If it hoes out then I show out
Call Tyheed get droed out
There no doubt
I love my life, love the light
Love to write love the mic
So take a drag grab a bag
And match up
Hennesy and bad weed believe me it catch up
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