Testo Green Juice In Dallas (Intro)

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For everybody playin’ this shit, I want everybody to stay healthy
You know I’m sayin’?
Take care of yourself, you know I mean?
*Engine starting*
Get money, know I’m sayin’?
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Don’t be stressin’ off no petty shit, you know I’m sayin’? You can’t save the world, my nigga
But you can get that bag though, yeah
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I’ll be bouncin’ out, you know I’m sayin’?
Custom rims and shit, watch hittin’
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Off the dribble too though, man
All grind
Cruise U.S.A

Bouncin’ out lookin’ like I sale dope (Sale dope)
If I chase hoes, I’ll prolly be broke (Off top)
Cardo on the beat, it’s a hit fasho (For surely)
Mashin’, dashin’, gettin’ dough (Numbers)
I’m not trippin’ off the rollers, I’m ridin’ clean A lil speedin’ ticket ain’t shit to me (Err, err)
Stash spot for the yit-uh-dee (Yawda mean)
Five-hunid thousand – my choosin’ fee (Good job)
But bitch, you can go and run a errand for me (Thank you, sweetie)
And I’ll appreciate you for carin’ for me (Numbers)
I stopped carryin’ cash, I’m the big homie (Big homie)
Thought I was rich, ‘til I met my rich homie (Nigga, off top)
I gotta step it up, this life shit crucial (Cruc-)
I had to stop worryin’ ‘bout the shit I was used to (Man)
Movin’, she Black and Peruvian
I’m a real Mack, and it’s proven
Watch how I do it (Do it)

You know I’m sayin’?
Big telescopes and shit, you know I’m sayin’? Sun’ slight
(Man, yeah, numbers)
I’m lookin’ at Jack London from my living room right now
You know I’m sayin’? Sippin’ on this tea
You know? (Good job)
Cruise U.S.A
Cardo on every beat, you know I mean?
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I was just gon’ do one verse (One verse)
But Cardo, this beat too clean (Too clean)
I got some extra house shoes, baby (Good job)
So, take them shoes off your God damn feet (Numbers)
Trenches, suburbs, even Afghans fuck with me (Off top)
Bikin’, drinkin’ smoothies, rollin’ up the best weed (Sun’ slight)
I’m cruisin’, and I’m lookin’ for a top notch bitch (Bitch)
I can’t rock skinny’s, ‘cause the wop won’t fit (Wop won’t fit)
I just slide through, I never politick (‘Tick)
My pockets got a grip (Grip)
She jackin’ off the rip (Rip)
Yee hee! I got [?]
Bitch, I’m racked up
Like I’m playin’ Jenga, I’m stacked up
Don’t act up
I’m active, makin’ shit happen
Baggage claim havin’
My hands never ashy, I’m classy
What’s hannin’?
Numbers

You know I’m sayin’?
Nigga, this just the intro, you know I’m sayin’?
Cruise U.S.A
Sun’ slight, numbers
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*Blender noise* Damn
Vitamix blenders and shit, you know I’m sayin’?
Sun’ slight, five hunid, you know I mean?
Had to grab that, nigga, fuck it, you know I’m sayin’?
Numbers
Groovy
‘Frisco shit, nigga, know I’m sayin’?
Numbers, good job
Cardo, good job
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Cruise U.S.A
Check, uh
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Man, uh
*Engine revving*