Lyrics:
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like Penguin
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
the hood, nigga distributing packs
[Big Pokey]
My guns go off, when my fists is hard
Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar
You got your knife on you,
respect cant nobody change me
Put ya hands up Ms what we throwing up
All these M and Ms whole city going nuts
Mind making money money make it by the minute
the undeniable fact that every single morning
My mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast
Aww, big bowl of sauerkraut
Every single
dirty
Too clean
Too real
Too me
If you feelin froggy then you should jump for it
If you're a dog off its leash then you should run for it
When they add
Yeah,
Lord Smoke,
YM,
(Ey, yo Nes, let’s go)
I got broads in the Hampton,
And they all live for that big F,
Credit cards, and the scammers,
Big
So jump up, say less
Put on your shoes lets get dressed
Before them pigs come to arrest
Clean the bando clean the mess
Hit the roads and do your best
Distanced myself and I'm feeling incredible
Imma need A million by the nightfall
I could just Stuff it in A white wall
Bitch I come clean like lysol
N****s
And I'm Cowboy To Make Ya Jump For Joy
I'm Kid Creole Playin' The Role
Dig This
We're The Furious Five Plus Grandmaster Flash
Givin' You A Blast And Sho
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
an undeniable fixture we're into
Big match derby AC Inter
Talk about p's better talk around me
Cook and clean ok
Can't be dealing with no fake bitch living round
keep steppin' on niggas for life
Smoke grey, jump out an all-black Demon
Play like you mad, I'ma start back cheatin'
Been wanted out, I just needed
Only for once
ArmanHz, Mobile Green, on me
Big Latinas on me (Yeah)
Big machines only (Yeah)
Twenty K in cash by my lonely (No)
Can't fuck that
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
big mood on repeat, packs get flipped, I’m loading all week
All of this money is nuttin to me
Flashbacks to days getting dussed by the Ds
Play your
clean
Straight off they feet
RIP to my dawg
You's a real motherfucker
And you'll never be forgotten
By this Russellville hustler
Street king
My paperwork
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
fronted him that onion
I used to be Lil fetti I'm big four now I be stuntin
They love me in the trap so I won't leave it til I'm under
Jump out on ya
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