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Man this volcano bag get you high as
Yo TM, you know what I'm saying mane, Its man you know
Finna get the whole high man
Let feel these side effects
This shit finna be bruh

Fuck with my fam, this shit gon' get
They gon' have to get my ready
Play my paper, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' have to get my ready
me on my dope, this shit gon' get deadly
They gon' to get my cell ready
Fuck with one of my niggas, this shit gon' get
gon' have to get my cell ready
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What these niggas on,, hand me my
Goin back to snatching niggas out they and send them home
Smoke em' like a bong, then its back to counting money I'm stoned
Or I send a hit through the phone and my dudes will come get you and never leave you alone
My niggas official like refs with a whistle, I make one call back to top off your dome
Off with your head, I'm a king I got shooters with 2's protecting my throne
One shot then you gone, you should've known. I'm a real I cannot be cloned
I'm filthy still don't let a penny go
I be up all like I'm Arsenio
Freaky take the dick in any whole
Now they famous cause they in my
Who you foolin' I buy
I don't judge I just go off
When I touch the sky then hop in ride
Taylor Gang nigga we die
world is mine I delete you guys
We all tryna eat we need your kind
And get that cash but first
Be prepared to grind nigga put in
Fuck nigga what would you do for ice
You think its really losing your life
How bad you want stripes, my niggas killers
If I give the word then they you niggas
Bunch of youngins' coming from a home
Slanging rock n roll but ain't no rolling
Streets welcome niggas in with arms
If I catch the I'm a post a bond
You god damn right I'm a boss I can cut the check or I can cut your throat
Put you on the table tag on your toe smoking weed till' I
You don't want beef you ain't thinking clear. I'm too tryna make a fucking village
Dripping more cheese then a chicken Philly, Pittsburgh niggas really they business
I got niggas me don't got any feelings
They just really wit it, just into killing
Hard as hell on the internet but in the streets you like Richard Simmons
My money long and my passport got stamps then a nigga mail
It ain't a problem if I catch a body then I'm over seas I'll never see a sail nigga!

GANG!