Gafas

lows over my eyes 
trying kill what's inside 
just a different drive 
hi jacked the vibe 
trying to bug my line 
get sprayed with pesticide

you see them thuggin
I'm with the plug 
trippin on luggage 
why you fronting 
I see you trucking 
moving sluggish 
hop out the bucket 
it's all for nothing 
let's get this money 
stop acting funny 
we don't love them hos 

running a muck 
searching for love 
always kept it blunt 
running from love 
searching to re up 
always kept that heater 
always been players 
pushing p 
run the streets 
serving fiends 
bout a couple keys

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