LYRICS
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Chewing on bars, then they call you barbarianAll I see is stars, fly a bitch out from MarylandMolly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoamCooking up dope, got more fish than aquariumBend it up, pose for a Freeband PresidentI'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these PresidentsSlide down on a new diva, that's what we aboutRiding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd upTwo seater, plush, few racks in the bumpA few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothersTreat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothersA few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothersChewing on the bars, and we call 'em barbarianI'm on my way to Mars, got the stars in the ceilingDown South Georgia, boy, we the New Chopper CityWe the New Chopper City, we the New Chopper City, yeah (Free B. G.)Word to my youngin', we gone dump on youYeah, that dirty money, I can smell the gun powderThat's dirty money, I can smell the gun powderHe got his hoodie, with his hand in his right pocketAnd you gotta watch out or it's lights outLights out, hotwire me a Eddie BauerAnd I went and got it poppin', and I let them bullets showerChewing on bars, then they call you barbarianAll I see is stars, fly a bitch out from MarylandMolly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoamCooking up dope, got more fish than aquariumBend it up, pose for a Freeband PresidentI'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these PresidentsSlide down on a new diva, that's what we aboutRiding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd upTwo seater, plush, few racks in the bumpA few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothersTreat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothersA few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothersOff 2 milligrams, I forgot about my ex-hoStaying with the gas, fill my blunts up with petrolPop a couple double G's and down it with some XoTrippin' off them bars you forgot when you was dead brokeStyrofoams and mula, yeah, styrofoams and mulaHalf a million dollars on a ring, I'm taking PercocetsDown five Xanax and I pray I wake up and forgetI been with the gang cause they love me how I amShit ain't been the same, they talkin' bout me on the 'gramThey say I turned my back on my baby mama, I'm on them tabsAnd my hood looking up to me, I love them niggas to deathEven in the afterlife, when ain't a breathe of me leftChewing on bars, then they call you barbarianAll I see is stars, fly a bitch out from MarylandMolly on file, and I'm sipping out the styrofoamCooking up dope, got more fish than aquariumBend it up, pose for a Freeband PresidentI'm counting up cho', while I'm counting up these PresidentsSlide down on a new diva, that's what we aboutRiding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so po'd upTwo seater, plush, few racks in the bumpA few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothersTreat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothersA few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
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