Lyrics:
Shawty go left right up droppin it down
All for the check
Fuck on the set
I'm on petrone don don fuck round and drown
Smokin on pack rollin on x
Sixth third is from Brent to the guns
We not Jack and McKinley, smokin' Benji for fun
Grrah, grahh
I'm a demon, just look in my eyes
Everything's shot
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
man, do a drive by out the mini van damn
I Changed my name to backwood cuz im really smokin on opps
This gun fully automatic ion eva use no props
I get
tucks the guns
One one one one of one
Bad ass bitch du du dun
Dun dun dun dun du dun
She tucks the guns
Dip and dash while I'm grippin' ass
I'm smokin
more money in-in-in my fuckin' purse
C-court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them Bloods, you-you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by the sea
on my feet
250 i dropped on my jeans
Trappin dat pack onna block till my feet hurt
I got da gas it be louder den speakers
Smokin on Cookies can tell by da
off the Hen, I was smokin', I got too high
Damn, time flies by
It's like I knew your whole lifetime, my nigga
We accomplished so much shit
We
Starin' at Marilyn Monroe's silhouette while smokin' my first cigarette
Listenin' to Marvin ask his father about his death
How you shoot a nigga
cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!
[Chain Gang Platune]
I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
I'm even goin'
families in shape
'Cause they all broke and why do ghetto birds die?
Before we learn to fly, somebody else's child caught in guns
Smokin' weed, can all
live my life by the gun
I love smokin swisher sweets
Uh, now fuck them bitches that say we hiside
cause we pass by and don't speak
(Pimp see
got the gun
Smokin' them dead niggas by the ton
I never got hit by a bus, is you dumb?
This 40 I got, got unlimited drums
Tryna spin on my side, on JB,
I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks is
Natural to eat you niggas like chocolates
The funk baby
(I live for
the squad, nigga shots fired
Thugger daughter motherfuckin' tired (My niece)
Baby bottles, ain't no babies cryin' (Drank)
Hit 'em if he cross the gun line
the lawman's gun
And if I die before I escape
I pray the Lord my soul to take
If I live I'm livin' on the run
Out in the desert holdin' my smokin' gun
'Cause I'm
ass, ho
Peter-rolled by Koopsta, Crunchy, Juice, Paul, Boo and Scarecrow
Ho, it's a whole lotta demons in my world today
Which means you run into
you’re my smokin’ gun yeah (ahh yeah)
And if I never believed in love
Now I do because of you, girl
Because I’m smitten by you
I’m smitten by you
Baby I’m
grabbing a gun
Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum
Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum
Real mud big sip imma lump a sum til
a Margarita, it's hard to read ya
I'm drunk as uncles get, sippin' that barley by the liter
Smokin' so hard, don't even dry the weed up
Soldier by any means,
wanna fuck and go to Vеgas
By the end of the week (By еnd of the week)
I smoke so many dead opps
They ain't fuckin' with me
(Dead opps, headshot)
Park
talk but you nothin' by the day, my niggas straight
Catchin' lanes, landin' planes Bitches shakin' ass, breakin' glass
Smokin' gas, switchin' flow, just
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
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