Lyrics: Lane Harry Muir
Music: Matthew Gray
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Venue shut me down throw a hiss-fit
Diamonds shine thats materialistic
Girl I'm sick please show me your symptoms
I need mine cause thats what I'm given
Pull up to the rave make them bounce then I bounce
Smoke an ounce and I'm out
That's a mountain amount
Got her mouth going south and the south going loud
Got your girl in my ear saying "let's get down"
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Know I used to flip caps on Snapchat
This is way, way pre-Cashapp
Keep the stash packed in backpacks
Yeah pack that
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Little boy not in my tax brac
Not on my level dude
Baby incredible I think they calling me Jack-Jack
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Pour me a styrofoam
I'm getting kinda stoned
Lady its late, you wanna stay?
I'm feeling vulnerable
Got MDMA all on my plate
Come take a seat
I gotta say
They throwing cheese, that is not me
Baby believe I'm throwing francs
All over the floor with the rolled up coca colas
Snow outside right now but my outfit boy is ten times colder
Three magic girls with me you best believe it's hocus pocus
Smiling through my teeth I'm smoking kief
I hope they notice
This year I'm gonna pop
L Boy to the top
Kam Patterson with the grams
Pockets they full of rocks
Guest list full of opps
Come through if you want
Can't recall your chitchat
We can flashback if you want
What the ****
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