Lyrics:
Henrietta’s got a thing for gourds
It’s just one of hobbies
Raymond likes to press record and of
Course he keeps a copy
The deed was done and i had
Won no
to lose for a million views,
You was hitting the snooze while I was hitting in the booth
I’m pretty sure I was spitting while still in the womb
Treat myself
1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3, did I just catch you laughing?
Ackee 1-2-3, ackee-ackee-ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
Someone just smiled for no special
1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3, did I just catch you laughing?
Ackee 1-2-3, ackee-ackee-ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
Someone just smiled for no special
the motherfuckin' pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin' for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like I said before, you don't get a second
'm about to lay low
Cuz I just had two brownies in a row
These edibles is hitting on the low
We smoking on that GG by the O
Smoking sticky by the O
Got me
looking like that?
Got a sawed off sixteen gauge shotgun with me
I'll put a big ass hole in yo back
Nigga, I don't know what you heard about me
That got you
Ingredient', kick it CL
I know you wonder what kind of way is that to think
Put all the wackiest rappers on a boat and let it sink
Don't blink, next thing you
dick up in her mouth and you kissin' her
I did the same shit with her sister
Bitch, I'm hard body on the narcotic, yeah, yeah
12 gauge shotty, got a big
for now
But instead of hanging my head... I thought I wore you down
It's hard reaching out when I'm stretched too thin
So I talk too much and avoid
no satisfaction.
So I take my 9 put it on my
???? for some cop now Im blastn,cuz Im known as a G and Im coming from
tha Cpt. And you
should know bitch
shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still
a nigga just can't fuck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
Now test me,
Never ever let a nigga
of a blood scene Murder is what I fiend For I saw the darkest hour The clock ticks well You feel the wrath of my power What you gon do when all these niggas
'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one
Them niggas can't touch us
And now we gotta problem come, you know my MO
Dead bodies found in the Bronx
The other dealers wanna do me, I'm popular
Got
probably a good thing because
You don't make a thing
I got another hustle, now I'm getting up my grades!
Now I'm getting paid for scribblin' essays
cnd this
1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3, did I just catch you laughing?
Ackee 1-2-3, ackee-ackee-ackee 1-2-3
Ackee 1-2, 1-2-3
Someone just smiled for no special
and I'm dumpin' all you Slobs with my 12 Gauge
At the young age I reached life for gangbangin' stage
Growin' up ain't givin' a fuck, known as the Compton
Do you want to see a dead body?
Or how bout a 12 gauge shotty?
The plug give me work and I sell it
She just want to fuck cause I sell shit
Blunts in
the fuckin' serpent
I'ma be the fuckin' reason
Pick you like an apple, motherfucker, you been eatin'
Now you fuckin' outcast you got tricked good by the demon
representer, exposition in a session
I'm in the Expedition, expose a dark dimension
Your girl used to suck dick during detention
You got dumped, she came up by
of
Anything thing that bang
Or roll up
Gotta choose what I listen too
Cause it ain't got much that I'm feelin' ooh
Everybody talkin' violence
Take a life
on you with that 12-gauge ultimatum
Like give it up, all that shit
Yeah, give it up
They call me Dr. Greenthumb
Because I got the Midas touch
Roll
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