Lyrics:
Two bags in the pocket I'm dreaming
Too much in the pants I'm sagging
Too much in the hands I'm leaning
Too much in the head I'm crashing
Two bags in
sorry self over booth number 2 for the crack pipe
Yeah, alright. I got your crack pipe right here baby
Whoa, Louis Vuitton never made a sweatsuit
But
'em (we whack 'em)
Every day, buyin' new guns, we active
Big booty bitch, from the back, make it tap (tap, tap)
Brand new hundred, two stick, cant
drip
All sauce no drip
Too much sauce from Nigga
I get cheese like Rotel
Buy Xpills by wholesale
Nigga phone Ringing no Doorbell
Trap jumping still
the talk
If i catch you slippin you better walk
You flexin hundreds got myself a dime
Talkin too much dont waste my time
Do this for my momma so that she
good
Is steppin' out with my best friend
I feel like I'm slippin' deeper
Slippin' deeper into myself
And I, I can't take it
This stuff is scarin'
good
Is steppin' out with my best friend
I feel like I'm slippin' deeper
Slippin' deeper into myself
And I, I can't take it
This stuff is scarin'
can't wait to get up and go
Gonna take my baby on a mornin' ride
When the sun comes slippin' 'round the mountain side
'Bout an hour, maybe two
Ain't
become all that you despise
That's bad business
[SOM]
How much you pay man?
Mind your business
Man these niggas are new
Trippin'
Slippin'
Mind your
a trader
When into town he'd come
Sugar by the bushel
And molasses by the ton.
Dooley slippin' up the holler
Dooley try to make a dollar
Dooley gimme
My lil shooter got a 40 with the numbers scratched off
Bet that nigga gone die if he try it
Still catch A nigga slippin and we slide
Still posted up
Shoot wit us..
[Chorus 2X: Royce Da 5'9"]
You gon' need a lot more guns to shoot wit us
A lot more jewels to floss wit us
It's gon' take a lot more
fast enough
Fuckin' with this lil' raw bitch, she an animal
Ridin' 'round with two sticks like a chopstick (bow, bow, bow, bow)
Youngins makin' keys
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
Stepping to the right, wipe me down manye
3, Stepping to the left, with your stunner frames
2, By this time the world know what to do
It's going down 2
the gold teeth like Slick Rick
Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
I know he keep me blessed (Uh-huh)
All along I knew that I was something heaven sent (Heaven sent)
I'll never need nobody do this shit all by myself
committed
Just lock me up cuz my mental is slippin'
I fall down so help me get up again
Wait slow down, this headrush is dizzyin'
Stars in my eyes like
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
Now tell me do you see
Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin' like a G
[Repeat 2X]
Daz in this motherfucker
Alright bwoy, drop that shit
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
visualize, two young killas on the rise
Ain't that a bitch, snoop dogg and brotha lynch
(lynch)
And we remain bombed out (what), no doubt
Eat niggas up with
teeth like Slick Rick
Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
The high
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