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[Verse 1: J. $tash] Ok, first off 954 Relax Gang, nigga fall back In the traphouse with Bukkweat Fuck them jack boys, cause we all strapped Spent a couple thousand last week Hit a small lick, made it all back Always talking shit, cause I don't give a fuck Fuck trill nigga, I been in all black Ask your ho about me, she love the kid And these Tumblr bitches think I'm all that Only use these hoes for they address Need to pack a pound, they on that Got a Spanish ho, got a white bitch Got a mixed bitch, and they hoodrats Mouth fulla' gold, stick to the code Everywhere I go, I keep two straps, nigga B's up, hoes down If your bitch can't swim, then the ho gon' drown I don't fuck around, ? spray you down with the 5 Real niggas die, 954 Lauderhill Deepside My niggas slide if I say go, green light Can't run from the sticks cause them hoods just flop nigga [Verse 2: Bukkweat Bill] No child support, baby mama good My swag good, I drank good My flow dope, nigga cook it up Let it sit and I go hard Florida nigga, I'm a nasty nigga I fuck a ho in your backyard Swipe that pussy, gas card Got a fo'-fo', that's eight bars Get spaced out, go quasar I hate cops, fuck the police I grill your ass, no gold teeth Relax Gang, Bukkake Boy, y'all can't stop Weat I work hard like an athlete J. $tash, slid the track and I fuck that beat like a dog and he I ride with my nigga, get high with my nigga Fuck the same ho, high five my nigga Whole clique strapped, don't try my nigga Click, clack, bow, bye bye my nigga Got a whole lotta' niggas outside my nigga You can run my nigga, can't hide my nigga Uh, you ain't hard to find my nigga I'll be in your crib, surprise my nigga Uh, B's up, hoes down If the money acting funny I'll murk that clown Yeah nigga, J. $tash lay you down with the fire It's 38666, Westside Dive in that pussy, head first But fuck them hoes, get bread first I shake my dreads 'til my neck hurt Relax Gang or get murked, nigga