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You need a pack come and fuck with me
Look in my Styrofoam cup not a drop of tea
Before we sold drugs we did robberies
Gave my bitch bread to invest in some property
Not trying to go back to poverty
Still run up in your trap house and take all the trees you weren't expecting no company
Niggas in the states think that the UK's sweet but we really be dumping G
Slide through the city gotta keep the thugs with me we're in the café eating crumpets G
Bad lil B in the club tryna touch on me
Get back to the whip she gone fuck on me
Fuck her for hours with all of these drugs in me
I'm off a pill and it's Bussin
Gang gang
In the sprinter smoking Zheetos you can't hang
Got them shooters right behind me with that flame
If you ain't heard we're mashing works we put in pain
She asked me what's that in my cup, said candy rain
No I cannot pour a cup for you
After we fuck she cannot make herself comfortable
Smoke up the weed til my lungs of full
We make these niggas uncomfortable
Dotty bells fat like Miss Trunchbull
Bout my bread and my cheese like a lunchable
In the hood anyone's snackleble
One of your day one's could rat on you
Stick that blade in the back of you
Disappear with that pack it be magical
Weed from Cali my bitch international
This shit's like building a line it's gradual
Please don't let these niggas cap to you
We don't believe in theatricals
If my Niggas test him he won't post the practical
G code in our DNA it's natural
Buj and that Blow ain't got fetynol
What's in my cup? that medical
Been bad since the umbilical
I still ain't reach my pinnacle
These knickers need a miracle
Cause all of my shooters a clinical
Pay for that pack via digital currency
You need a pack come and fuck with me
Look in my Styrofoam cup not a drop of tea
Before we sold drugs we did robberies
Gave my bitch bread to invest in some property
Not trying to go back to poverty
Still run up in your trap house and take all the trees you weren't expecting no company
Niggas in the states think that the UK's sweet but we really be dumping G
Slide through the city gotta keep the thugs with me we're in the café eating crumpets G
Bad lil B in the club tryna touch on me
Get back to the whip she gone fuck on me
Fuck her for hours with all of these drugs in me
I'm off a pill and it's Bussin
Gang gang
In the sprinter smoking Zheetos you can't hang
Got them shooters right behind me with that flame
If you ain't heard we're mashing works we put in pain
She asked me what's that in my cup, said candy rain