Lyrics:
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
Rafael, you're in the mirror, you gotta swear
I don't care who you smokin', you lost guy for that Dustin
I'm OG, I call shots, pull up strong with
me a gun Imma spray everyday
Huh, bad bitch she lookin' good
Just look at her waist (Oh man goddamn)
Huh, walkin' downtown by myself, ooh
I'ont need
She got a gun in her purse right now
Got a scale in her purse right now
Got some pills in her purse right now
She got a bag in her purse right now
comin' by the ton
Who you touch? You ain't do shit
Everyday, I'ma walk with my grip
They tryna kill me, gotta keep a blick
Who I'm smokin'? I'm
been way too high but I won't crash the v
Smokin' all this pack in the back seat
Yeah, but this s*** ain't nun 2 me
N***** can't be tough I got the gun
We be smokin' on that loud
Off of this exotic shit we smokin' by the pound
I'm geekin', nigga floatin' off the sound
When a nigga walk in, he come
parents, where your mom go? Boom
Convo, no time for the convo
We smokin' on jungle, in the condo countin' hunchos (Them racks)
Congos, them guns sound
dealin-killin millions to make millions
Sittin on top, tote Glocks
Smokin pounds and phillies by the box, gettin head on the yacht
Presidential rollin, watch
muscadine wine by the time he was nine
Sneakin' out and smokin' cigarettes under the porch
He was a melon stealin'
Cop-a-feelin'
Daredevil fool
We don't play that bitch nigga stay back
Or get your bitch ass laid back
By this Dogg Pound Gangsta, simple and plain black
One gun is all that I
birds die
Before we learn to fly?
Somebody else should try
Cockin' guns, smokin'
We can all make a change so I'm told
But I haven't seen a change unfold
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Don't care if you with them niggas or if you by yourself
T-Roy got a gun that's bigger than him
And he gon' blow that bitch all by himself
He don't
you I'm gon' shoot ya) hey
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot,
you I'm gon' shoot ya) hey
Raindrop (drip), drop tops (drop top)
Smokin' on cookie in the hotbox (cookie)
Fuckin' on your bitch she a thot, thot,
and I
Know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man
You better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck
it
So pleez - yount wanna beef me cock back uzi
Back ta make peace yount wanna harm me
You fuckn with an army
We all got big guns tuck by the tummy
Me
Before I knew it my mom pulled a gun
"I know who you are, but who the hell is that?"
I turned around man, this bitch was fat
I really don't know, she
Been through so much shit
I still feel the same
Smokin' I stay lit
I got so much that's on my brain
I'm still on my way
In search of better things
I
Young 'uns with guns, acting like they taking yours, uh
Live by the sword, they gonna die by the sword, uh
My vocal cords break the laws that
all yo drugs, indict some shit
Boy you smokin' on Kay Kay diaper shit
She like me 'cause I live by Mike and shit
And no matter what bitch I'm the shit
you)
Just for thinkin' they your homie (homie)
New G-Wagon by my lonely (skrt skrt skrt)
I'm just smokin' by my lonely (by my lonely)
Percocet fuck
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