Lyrics:
Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan
Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life I get it by any means
the government
Come and catch me the blunt is lit
Fuck jail, bitch, shoot me now, bitch
I want to be surrounded by clouds and the fiery flames to lighten
& Wheezy
Movin' on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In
banging nines
Never get past that
Sitting in the maybach tryna lay her back
Never get a chance to see stuck in a bad dream
Cruising down the 403 passing by
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nothing
Let the top just fold up
roll like a blunt (Slat)
Cause she gon' let me hit it (Hit it)
So I had to get a grip
I can tell by the look in her eyes
I'm keepin' it tight
Yeah we do
only right I be blunt to Lyt
I only gave Lyt a match to light a blunt
I see I should have used the lighter instead
Chill Loc, we ain't smokin' no purple
on the street top
Get to the money and the sweet spot
And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops
I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty
Gone
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin players
Jump in the Rover and come over
tell your friends jump in the Gf3, I got the chronic
of the world
With 50 grand in my hand
Steady puffin on a blunt
Sippin hennessy and coke,
Gimme what you won't.
Sittin on top of the world
Sittin
a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try and relieve ya
But she'll get all in your
plasma beams
My Chevy from a galaxy nobody's human eye can see
And I get pulled over by UFO's, moon-rocks in the seat
A hundred years from now I'll be
the top is you my round or what
Never cross you out for no dollar
You know we counting up
But when a nigga pocket was empty
Nobody gassed me up
I seen my
know it gotta be
Sticking to them codes I'm living by the streets
I was still out here showing you love
We hustling for the top is you my round or what
and dollars
Rag top dropping bottles
Strap on the lap we mobbin'
Anything move we robbin
Try me
I be ready for the doorway
Third degree
Some how don'y
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
iPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
send it
It's the X-files top priority risk
'cause you might see out of that type shit
From hoeing to jacking to macking (macking)
Dealing to looting
smoke it by the zip (And I smoke it by the zip)
Henny out the bottle, take a sip (take a sip)
Bible verses, with the blunt right on my lip (with the blunt
see me jammed
This fast life I really live it
It's a race to the top
Every single day I wake
I'm just chasing these dollars
I'm taking what I got coming
Four fifty-five, I drive by doin' a hundred
And I stay blunted
'Cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been
Stopped at the light see some hoes watch 'em jock us
I'm so roll with my electric top
Hit a button, ain't gotta get out, fuck with nuthin'
Let the top
Grindin' hard, paper stackin' tryna follow the plan
Pullin', gloss and steams chasin' million dollar dreams
Livin' the thug life I get it by any means
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