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Drop a 50 on that bitch like old Harden
I get so high, I hide it from the camera so smart
My favorite one gets jealous, but you got my whole heart
I hit her before the threesome, since you think you so smart
I'm in Houston, I feel like Aubrey, I just spoiled a ho in ghost
There's niggas in the car behind me
And they don't like when you get close
I pop two roxies, feel it, all that feeling, shit be finished
I pray every time I'm in it, 'cause she's so bad for me, I'm sinnin'

I mess with the laws of winning 'cause all my brothers they right here with me
However you comin', I'm with them
We slimin' together or you slimin' against me
Man, ay, ay
I'm in a Hawk, I could've bought a Lamb'
But where I'm from, this bitch a Bentley
I keep talkin' 'bout this shit I am
'Cause I can't stop livin' through them lyrics
I'm deadboy life on the 'Gram
So I be knowin' when they at the city

Okay, okay, but look
Ay, 200K, four cities
I probably bring her, she pretty
Trackhawk lost a trooper
Take that shit like Diddy
I'm probably finna try to get higher
She probably finna try to get near me
I'm probably on super drugs, I'm Tune, but Pluto with me

From Austin selling out London
From Britain across the country
From model hoes to Onyx, make one of them hoes a mama
Pour every ten a bottle, still a good boy to my mama
She said, "Tune, I hate you, go mix codeine up with lava"
I just cut her off, but I know I'm gon' miss the drama

Shit, sheesh
It's the truth though, you know me
Ay, ay, ay
Drop a ay, ay

Drop a 50 on that bitch like old Harden
I get so high, I hide it from the camera, so I'm smart
My favorite one gets jealous, but you got my whole heart
I hit her before the threesome, since you think you so smart
I'm in Houston, I feel like Aubrey, I just spoiled a ho in Ghost
There's niggas in the car behind me
And they don't like when you get close
I pop two roxies, feel it, all that feeling, shit be finished
I pray every time I'm in it, 'cause she's so bad for me, I'm sinnin'

Man, man, ayy
Ay, I pray every time I'm in it
'Cause she's so bad for me, I'm sinnin'
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Drop a 50 on that bitch like old Harden
Drop a 50 on that bitch like old Harden
Step-back, walk away forever, haha
You know that



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Writer(s): Lucki Camel Jr.
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