Yeah So... (Part Deux) lyrics

Just copped this quarter, 'bout to go to the store
For some backwoods, threw on my ACGs, don't f*ck with them [?]
Them whores outside too, even though it's cold
Young'n bold, never doing what I'm told
You would think I sold my soul to the Devil, a rebel
These rap n*ggas is puppets, b*tch you looking at Geppetto
I'm only rolling fifties, any less I'll never settle
Had her screaming now she dreaming
Put the b*tch in a falsetto, like damn...
(Yeah) but don't mind me, I'm on some high sh*t
Not that five n*ggas putting ten up for a dime sh*t
Quarter whole and half zips, when it's getting passed b*tch
I'm only blowing sour and kush, n*ggas is passed piff
Pothead, don't smoke? then drop dead
Copping so much that my bud-man always seem to give me cred and
Swear these trees the only thing keeping me sane
I'm so muhf*cking high I think a cloud replaced my brain
It's not a game
Yeah, yeah, it's not a game
Yeah, yeah, it's not a game
Only thing keeping me sane
So muhf*cking high I think a cloud replaced my brain, like

Aight

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