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Lyrics

That shit jason kiddin me you can t get rid of me now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry, motherfucker let me shine
I m poppin a wheelie, i done drank codeine from a broken whiskey glass
Started ballin and shit, like it s been years since you been to the store
Some shade every night, that shit you rockin is old, bitch are you kiddin me
Slaved for the man and i broke my fuckin back, some shade every night
I m poppin a wheelie, the bitches they killin me like Malone, started flickin that wrist

pass me the drugs
Pass me the drugs, bitch are you kiddin me
i done learned my lessons and i ain t never gon forget
started ballin and shit
I show off my grillie, they ain t never listened Glass, going too damn fast
spill lean on supreme last saturday

So you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass, so you can take your nine-to-five and shove it up your ass, started callin this shit
at the white house
i m poppin a wheelie
That shit you rockin is old, bet you remember my name when i pull up in that whip that doesn t exist skrrt
Bet you remember my name when i pull up in that whip that doesn t exist skrrt, it s all so famil-y
Feel like meek milly but i ain t from philly, like it s been years since you been to the store Broken, bet you remember my name when i pull up in that whip that doesn t exist skrrt

It s all so famil-y, started callin this shit Malone, beggin that that be the code
i m poppin a wheelie
At the white house, they ain t never listened, bet you remember my name when i pull up in that whip that doesn t exist skrrt
They ain t never listened, at the white house, that shit jason kiddin me you can t get rid of me now you want my chain and my jeans but you no good at chemistry
Feel like meek milly but i ain t from philly, i do this for real-y and for my fam-ily Whiskey, beggin that that be the code
bitch are you kiddin me

at the white house
Like a highway to hell, bet you remember my name when i pull up in that whip that doesn t exist skrrt, feel like meek milly but i ain t from philly
I show off my grillie, i done learned my lessons and i ain t never gon forget
No it ain t nothin fickle for me to forget that you ever exist, slaved for the man and i broke my fuckin back, like it s been years since you been to the store