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Rollin' down the street, smokin' in my heavy Chevy. The scale is tippin' off, this shit is ready. I'm oozin' on medicine, I'm blowin' that chronic. I'm that weed, I'm somethin' chronic. Always niggas gettin' jealous 'cause they cannot Hang. Say hello to my Glock and goodbye to My nine, bang. I'm gon' blow your ass off, I don't really Care, you see. I'm runnin' hard, Hard, niggas gettin' gettin' jealous. 'Cause they cannot hang. 'Cause can't, They Can't. My, girls all up out club, out the club. Gonna get up in my ride and roll that Chevy up. With the the bass and shit. I see that head turn, off that fuckin' nigga Bitch. Off That Fuckin' nigga bitch. Off that fuckin' nigga Bitch. Off that nigga bitch. That Fuckin' nigga Bitch.