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[Intro: Nick BO]
Lui Beatz
Suprise Motherfucka'

[Hook: Lui Beatz]
High key don’t mind me
Smokin' all this fine weed
Tits up in the air you know where to find me
We run this gang shit these verses will smite thee
Rollin' through the sticks we fuckin’ on South Jersey

[Verse 1: Scotty P]
You know I rip it ill I'll take your $20 bill
You can't ask me to chill
It's Scotty Patrick and Nick BO
We bout to explode like a Ford Pinto
Boy I rip these mean flows that'll put you in the ground
Make you decompose walls of Jericho
I'll get you in the ring Scotty Pills fucking stays
Rocking the bling bling
A savage no one can match it
You're telegraphic I'm automatic
Like Lillard, I’m ill you heard
I just go beserk with the rhymes that’ll make you fuckin' twerk
Step to me you’ll get murked
[Hook: Lui Beatz]
High key don't mind me
Smokin' all this fine weed
Tits up in the air you know where to find me
We run this gang shit these verses will smite thee
Rollin' through the sticks we fuckin’ on South Jersey

[Verse 2: Nick BO]
I'm feelin' kinda tired
This weed I'm smokin' fire
Been getting stoned all day Loius flyin' the drone
Gettin' real high touch the sky out at the beach
And you know I'm chillin' got my feet in the sand
Got a brew in my hand feelin' ice cold
You know these lyrics gettin' mad
Oh, feelin' so obsolete so fuckin' hard
I' feelin' like some fuckin' concrete
I'll stomp you to the ground got that Lui Beat

[Hook: Lui Beatz x2]
High key don't mind me
Smokin' all this fine weed
Tits up in the air you know where to find me
We run this gang shit these verses will smite thee
Rollin' through the sticks we fuckin' on South Jersey
[Verse 3: Scotty P]
Smoke loud dry eyes red and I'm hungry
You know I got the munchies TCH feinery inside of me
You know it's Scotty P I got that flame tree
Smoking bongs all day long man this weed is strong
Can't tell right from wrong or what planet I'm on
Cause it's Mac and I'm stoned all I get is fuckin' dome
People killin' the O-Zone, retarted
Full blown, retarted

[Hook: Lui Beatz]
Trap high key don't mind me
Smokin' all this fine weed
Tits up in the air you know where to find me
We run this gang shit these verses will smite thee
Rollin' through the sticks we fuckin' on South Jersey