Fucking on your bitch, so I guess you outta luck
Don't even want you talking to me, get your money up
In the back of her daddy's Benz and she suck me up
Can't you see this money honey, I don't tend to give a fuck
and she throw it back 
I don't gotta ask the bitch
Making all this cash
you should go n suck a dick

Making all these plays, man I feel just like Ginobili 
Great head, Good Sex, Pressing X and reloading 
Smoke a dab with my homies, you can see my body floating 
Got the 40 all up on me, gotta keep my metal toted
Apathetically speaking man, cuz ain't ever foldin
Hurry, pass up the paper Max, i gotta keep on rolling 

Lose you in a trance boy, you might need to fight back
if you can please excuse my manners, I gotta write back 
To all the haters in school, who couldn't cite that
write that
good neck
relapse
I'm at- 

My limit, if I'm within your presence you better drop to your knees
and I just rolled a fatty, spark it, bitch I'm smoking good tree
I had to tell my shawty, all these hoes ain't nothing to me 
And I stay hotter than your bitch, like 2 hundred degrees
Your not as fast as this pitch, hit the strike zone, that's 3
Now your girl tryna kick it, she wanna fuck on the team

outofluck [interlude] (p. lakeside)

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