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 [Intro] 
Quack, quack 
[Verse 1] 
I'm chilling for an hour, smoking weed, watching worldstar 
Benz in the garage, probably got to drive your girl car 
You ain't a rapper, my homies never heard y'all 
I just spit a punchline, so now I need a bird call 
Hit your sister in the face with a nerf ball 
I'm dealing with some shit that really don't concern y'all 
Punch a fan if you get a fucking word wrong 
I'm wavy, get me some shit that you can surf on 
Finding me a bitch I can swerve on 
Frank thomas homie, about to put the hurt on 
Your bitch at night lie in bed, she turned on 
Throw some weed, tell her burn one 
[Hook] 
Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one 
Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one 
[Verse 2] 
Yea, I used to give a fuck about success 
Now I just want to see mila kunis undress 
Posted down for buttsex, it will be a cum fast 
Sorry that's some shit I had to confess 
Crazy ass bitch doing 911 threats 
Came in the game smoking newport hundreds 
Now I'm at the top and the crown fit 
Gold on my outfit 
Surrounded by this pussy, I'ma drown in 
Got that wet pack, bitch come and give me that 
You know we wanna know where them titties at 
Got 'em gassed, they be asking what I'm cooking with 
Have your little brother asking moms where the pussy is 
Corruption, stuntin' at the function 
Your girl pussy smell like sour cream & onion 
Pay attention, you'll learn something 
Roll that weed up, burn one 
[Hook] 
Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one 
Burn one, burn one, burn one, burn one  
 
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