Quit Smoking Dabs

Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast He's a problem Plenty sticks, plenty rods,  fuck nigga Try not to get robbed Put a smile on my mama face Can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job We gon' be right outside your place Nigga, fuck the law, nigga, fuck the cops I miss you, Bryce y2, is that you? Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah And I ain't bragging, pull up Make some magic (yeah) Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas I don't smoke dab pen (yeah) Shawty seen me glow Now she asking like what happened Said we got it for the low All you gotta do is tap in (yeah) With my nina (yeah) , that lil' boy better keep up Swear to God I love that money beeper Lil' bro say pass the reefer Doing that skrrt, skrrt in that Bimmer (yeah) , yeah, she's a team player I did not mean to slay her Glocky got a beam and a laser Oh my God, oh my God, he's a beast He's a problem Plenty sticks, plenty rods, fuck nigga Try not to get robbed Put a smile on my mama face Can't wait 'til she ain't gotta work no job We gon' be right outside your place Nigga, fuck the law, nigga, fuck the cops These niggas don't talk 'bout no cheese These hoes be hella OD I cannot hang with these niggas These niggas not for me My gang gon' pop for me Please don't get shot for free You wanna talk to me Then come and cop you a fee Man, I got gangster in my genes Might tuck that 9 up in my jeans Man, I told that lil' ho bend over 'cause I need somewhere to lay my meat And I got somethin' for these lil' niggas That think they really toppin' me Man, ain't nobody stopping me I got his wife toppin' me And she don't wanna be with that nigga She know I got what she need She know that a nigga lame And that lil' boy tryna be like me And I get too lost in my mind When a nigga sipping on codeine I get high, man, I smoke weed Nigga, I get fly, man, i get flee And I ain't bragging, pull up Make some magic (yeah) Wrap it in that plastic, I smoke gas I don't smoke dab pen (yeah) Shawty seen me glow Now she asking like what happened Said we got it for the low All you gotta do is tap in (yeah) With my nina (yeah) , that lil' boy better keep up Swear to God I love that money beeper Lil' bro say pass the reefer Doing that skrrt, skrrt in that Beamer (yeah) , yeah, she's a team player I did not mean to slay her Glocky got a beam and a laser Yeah, yeah (Woah, woah) yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah