smoking fucking thanksgiving turkey bags man
sign my name with the feather
tap dance under the full moon
smoke and drinking liquor for the fam that left us too soon
searching all the nooks and crannies
streets are filled with crooks and trannies
bam bam got a shooter like lagassee
emerald green paper that i split up with my posse
strength of a retard the drugs are even stronger
shorty loved the longitude
dealer bring a quarter through
over fishing make the snapper less affordable
i hate when stupid bitches ask me questions that rhetorical
like do you want to have sex? "