Lyrics:
they ain't got no funds
In my section rollin' woods, this shit fuckin' up my lungs
Told J to get the hoes, bottle girls get the bottles
Shit, I'm
TO GET CAUGHT UP BY SHOTTIES THERE
AN OUT IN FORDY WHERE EBONY SHE GOT KILLED
AN I BE LIKE LAYIN CAUSE IM FILLED
WIT SO MUCH ENVY GOTTA KILL A MAN IF HE
steelo, gotta keep it playa
No pussy, money, weed? Then, I don't even care
Uh, playa by nature
Nigga, I'm your bitches favorite (Nigga, I'm your bitches
daily and these lil bitches is havin' babies
Rollin' down that I-20 with them wrapped packs knocking Pac "Krazy"
Pray for me but you cant save me,
my Best Buy
Dang, swear these diamonds bussin', J O double N Y
Rollin' up these doinkies everyday this just to get by
Designer heal the pain, I had
the bread I make I keep it all saved in the bank
Don't need no help I play this by myself ain't talking masturbate
Go head and introduce me, I ain't never met
do it how he supposed to
Uh, and rollin' up a stog or two
Damn, I need to take a J break
If they put me in the fuckin' prison then the next move gon'
the bitches at is only quoted by a celibate
I lost my cousin Brando, 2022 gave hell a trip
I'm so glad my homie Gas is back and he ain't sellin' bricks
Never
aiming at your heart
Always backed by the hatchet
Drop a body in a casket
Like a guillotine, rollin heads in a basket
As for the busters
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody
I did too
girls rollin' deep, represent the zone
Bunch of fly ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggas all pause, droppin' digital phones
Askin' me,
damages
But the six by nines, they can't handle this
I'm twenty-three so I'm far from a young buck
This gin and juice is gettin' me pumped up
Fake
the south
We keep a trunk full-of-bang that get ya deaf in the south
And I be fuckin with J Prince and Z-Ro will stay down
My kin folk Rollin we gon come
wanna call us
It was a game & I knew it
say that u want me then u gotta prove it
Not pressed by these bitches wit titties & booty
they running game
face
Orgasmic, she go cray
She sour in the morning
Purple when it's late
She weighing by the gram
Periods never late
But I smell her pack
And it's loud,
them hoes to fix they mouth
Y'all my niggas rollin' haze by the box
Who got the chop, the Pisces
But this ain't my first day off the dock
And I don't
it
Talk a lot of shit to a plug and you get beat as part of the service
Never thought they'd be scared to talk to me, but now these bitches nervous
I
big rocks i be frosty
Got a baby get a new versace carseat
200 on the dash dont crash that rari
Rollin up a J my plug bob marley
200 bands
girls rollin' deep, represent the zone
Bunch of fly ass bitches, when we ride it's on
See them niggas all pause, droppin' digital phones
Askin' me,
and screwed up, baby
I just listen to Bitches Brew and get elevated
I'm gettin' high, I smoke inside of the elevator
I took all of this acid, got me
by the cases ,fucking up the stages
pouring up the Aces
fuck security spit in faces
making movies with my hoolies
all my bitches is karauches
Ray J
Yo, you ready by there?
All right, One Shot Deal Productions
Bring it to ya live straight from South Jamaica, Queens
LB FAM
YouknowhatI'msayin?
even slide through on the late night for that high
I want to zoom zoom bumpin' Loonie Tunes
Candy paint K 5
Bitches I stay high
Playa hate
get that boy found in a river
Dead by a trigga thinkin he Swartzanigga
Foolz dont take him i took him across the liver
Keep lloyd line on my stomach
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