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Dope or some drink, I don't feel right (yeah) Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like, uh I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel like (yeah) All I know is go get the bag Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah) Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah) All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah) Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, baow Thuggin' and fuckin' on bitches 'cause that's what I feel like (that's what I feel like) If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right (I don't feel right) I'ma pull up in that Lambo' 'cause that's what I feel like (what I feel like) If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right All I know is go get the bag Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah) Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah) All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah) Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah) All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah, yeah I got an Eastside ho Trappin' out a house with some Eastside blow Smokers comin' back for at least five more Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go Heaven or the belly of the beast I'll go Freddie, how you come up on the kis that low? Hit my Mexican and come up on at least five more Kill an opp, then it's back to the East I go, to the East I go Yeah, I'm 'bout to shoot up your party 'cause that's what I feel like (what I feel like) If I don't pull up and drop me an opp, I don't feel right (I don't feel right) Ever since I lost the homies, a nigga can't feel life (I can't feel life) If I don't have me some dope or some drink, I don't feel right All I know is go get the bag Nigga post on the block, we can split the bag (yeah, yeah) Out here servin' the neighbors, they sniff a bag (yeah, yeah) All I know is yayo and them zipper bags (yeah, yeah) Had to cut off my ho, I can't trick a bag Fuck them Gucci and Louis and Fendi bags (yeah, yeah) All I know is yayo and them zipper bags Got my money so heavy, can't lift a bag, yeah Work, work (I don't feel right) Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work And you know I got that work, work That work, work Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work, work (I'm trill, working the wheel) You know I got that work, work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp) That work, work Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp) And you know I got that work, work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp) That work, work Had to fuck with your ho, I got that work (I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp) And you know I got that work