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Vet Lungs

Glocks tucked man I up

I ah Damage ya

Wassup with all these fuck niggas?

I'm sorry for the weight I couldn't help

I was always smoking on the skunk

Bad bitch in my truck she tryna fuck

My necklace it be shining to my junk

I be smokin' dope baby I got vet lungsBlood gang, Blood dripping over here

You want problems, you can get it over here

You don't listen, better listen over here

If you don't, I bring them pistols over there

I come through and put the pistol to your ear

I come through, I put the pistol to your rib

I was getting money I was taking it as gifts

I'm still getting money I'm still getting it how I live

My wrist real, real chill, I chill

I ain't never cold bitch I feel how I feel

I got 10 fans on and I live how I live

I'ma plan to keep growin' and I peel how I peel

Sorry for the W-E-I-G-H-T

Bitch I know it's W-A-I-T, ight b?

Aye I come through Mr.T

White Tee and bright things

Ain't got no cuban links, I got on a breitling

We know drama TNT, Hercules, Disney

We got cannons, Nicki, Nickelodeon, Jimmy

I got that cartoon network, and that net work WG

If you looking for me, I'm with money in a meeting

Me and you we got money disagreements

Can't come to no conclusions

Cause your money ain't worth me yet

If I upload a status I don't need no feedback

I don't give a mothafuck who fuckin' we at

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