Lyrics:
been fuckin' in the shower so my dreads soaked (yo)
I been fuckin' on the counter 'cause my bed's soaked (yo)
You know my lean nice and cold like some
like a potion
In the hills now
Run with my emotion
Bitch I'm toxic
You know I ain't ghosting
Run with wolves now
Causing a commotion
I'm in the back
Caddy mix with a big ole 40 on the seat
And later on we can see how well they made the seats
Wipe me down in black and yellow shoutout young Khalifa
You
Picture me in my ends with ten friends
When I mix up my mans tying up some loose ends
Again and again 'cause my mans is complex
Even a few mans in a band
help but think manajatwa
So where you from we represent Crenshaw
Where they bang by law, slip your jack in your car
Oh, and I'm Kelly and her name
"My Nigg why Y'all Niggas Putting Haddy In It My Nigg
Real Shit If Haddy Fighting I'm Fighting from the rip Fuck yall Talking Bout...
Nah Im just
cuz I had guns in my drawer
Shotgun under the bed and 2 rifles by the door
Crazy thoughts in my head they make me wanna get some more
I can get that
doofie
And bitch I'm a dog, say it with me
She call me Snoopy
Or Scooby, or Scrappy
Or whatever the fuck that I say so
I pull up with big choppas in trunk
It used to feel like a whole different world to me
Escaping all the dire straits of reality
Hip hop is my savior from what lies in the dark
The pure
is named Scruffy and he likes to eat muffies (dog treats!)
Pillsbury Hill is where I get my dill
For all my pickles that I grow in my pickle farm
My
Minaj's in the bed
One playin with that pussy while da other gimme head
Couple bands and a AP waiting by the night stand
Get my day started
Brush my mouth
praying for progress
If you live in the hills how you stay in the projects
So folks won't listen if they think what I'm saying is conscious
They'd rather
wake up
It makes me forget what I have to do,
Think I'll stay in bed this morning
Payin' much too bad
So I guess I'll dream about you baby
As my word is bond, so is mental put into a picture
Twist the vocal like a taste of lime, into the drink of life
The rythmn is my wife
I impregnate her
Steel drums still ringing in my head
Well I feel pain, so I'm not dead
From the looks of things, it looks like
It got a little crazy last night
Scarlet Town in the month of May
Sweet William Holme on his deathbed lay
Mistress Mary by the side of the bed
Kissin' his face, heapin' prayers on his head
the thoughts in my head
I'm always laying in bed
I'm trynna make that bread
I'm so go god damn Anti-Social
What will life be like when It's over
Get
to the curb,
Tryin' to get this mill,
Deep down in Killafornia where they grow good kill,
An my folks,
Be feelin I'm a big 'ol pimp,
They way I post in
to bed
Shit hit the fan, no I ain't ran
I loaded 30 in a AR
An I sat that bitch by my bed
I mix my drugs wit my pain and my beat (I pray it ain't kill
something tragic
I've been sober 2 months now and haven't relapsed yet
My daddy was a good man, he worked in the mines
Spent his whole life underground
handsome
Me and my gang all in tandem
This a glock so I bet it won't jam up
Stalking my page you a fan huh
Nigga you a bitch you should man up
Fell in love
the new Cash Money
Silent Hill, we walking with zombies
Still mix the Vlone with the Gap
I'm in the H and I'm in the trap
Niggas, they hate 'cause my
Scoob if we was playin cards
But if I got beef and it's time for code red
My drill is like a hoe, and be takin mad niggaz to bed
So hurry up
We had a good time
We had ourselves a good ass time
Memories all in my mind drinking wine
When we had a good time
Mix the vibe and the side in my
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