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This my burial scene, n*gga

[Verse]
High off a substance, glad I said that I wasn't
And now I got a reason to try and grab her ass in public
Like f*ck it, can't say I'm new to this, must say I'm true to this
I'm tryna get stupid rich, like Ludacris with braids, b*tch
Get out my way b*tch, t-bone and crash the car
Try and swerve in my lane sh*t, you think I won't then try me Speak! is the man behind me, they dreaming of Gwen Stefani
Or when she used to sing for No Doubt
No doubt, I still want that b*tch throat now
See her later, me and the pus*y have a showdown (straight)
The game I raid to my whole team, got a dinner plate
Off a pint of your grandpa moonshine, you n*ggas minute maid
Getting paid to live it
Although a few of my n*ggas still getting paid to weigh and zip it
Distribute shipments, light up the splidiff
Can't learn to die and lay like [?]
n*ggas talking, I really did it
Continue business, n*gga