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Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Getting paid, then we smoke
There are planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know

Heard you niggas is balling, we ain't nothing alike
Dubs are cracking my palms on them cold nights
Now it's just champagne on cold ice
And expensive cars and all the women that we like
You never have conversation with bad bitches who don't need you
Give 'em the up all night and they gonna feed you
Yeah we living fast, but the pay's right
You ain't ready, you shook, still getting stage freight
Bout a dollar, twisting that marijuana
The car older than me, I'm sliding in that Impala
Got niggas acting like bitches, bitches realer than niggas
Pussy that shit ain't new, I been hustling with killers
Sing so much when that trunk pops
See them red and blue lights and we don't stop
Damn, that just what a nigga been through
What the fuck you want me to do?

Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Getting paid, then we smoke
There are planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know

Popping off that motherfucking
Getting out that motherfucking
I got so much motherfucking
That I don't even motherfucking

Why you niggas even mad at me?
I gladly teach you niggas how to rap
You probably should be mad at the fact
That you can't stack and you ass-backwards
And that's when something bad happens
You be with mad actors, mad slackers
You mad average
You niggas looking like mad rappers
Pulled up in the Porsche, skirred off
Smoking that murder, illest that you heard of
Doing shows with my shirt off
Problems with any of my dogs then they square up
Hurt of feelings 'cause the dollars I've been getting
Smoking joints with your women and we all chilling, taylor gang

Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Getting paid, then we smoke
There are planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know

20 grand in each ear
Space Jam 11 got three pair
Weed so strong I don't need clear
My cuddy's locked up and I ain't seen him in three years
The world keeps turning and my girls keep working
Hundred pack flipper, your team still hurting
Last minute trips to masterpiece don't tick
The rims on the whip all chrome on clips
I'm fly really, I don't try
Red eyes while cooking pies, who am I? Dice guy
Big dog stacker, punk bitch slap, I been trapping
And I ain't never gonna switch up
I brought my new bitch with me to the pickup
And if they hit us they gonna leave blood with us
Drug dealers please pull my mud thicker
Pardon me for smoking

Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Beg your pardon but let me smoke
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Yeah, my squad, they be getting that dough
Getting paid, then we smoke
There are planes everywhere we go
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know
Don't gotta ask 'cause you already know

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Chevy Woods

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