Lyrics:
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
smokin' blow in the zone
Kicking up more shit than a broken bone
Don't fuck with a legit baller, steady stackin' money
Getting down and dirty, try
Hold up, flip it quick Allegheny, baby, smokin' by the crick
Trappin' by the river, get it off the cliff Hold up, flip it quick
Allegheny, baby,
your steeze, I ain't got the cheese
That's why a child be sippin' no E's Smokin' L's by the bells, nigga Buddha prevails
Shoulda knew we niggas ain't
shit'll rip yo back (This, That, and the third)
(A true love is hard to come by)
You can come by, baby come by
We smokin' on Trillato, gettin' dumb high
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
her to the telly
Drop her off by the deli
She takin' dick to the belly
Rollin' up U.E. and mix it with Smelly
JB got hit by the deli
Now I'm smokin
he don't even got no gun
Say everybody love me, cause they always havin' fun
Either you live by the gun, you gon' die by the gun
If you smoke, I never
get it in
Put up a shot before 0 on the clock Down 2 this 3 pointer goin in
We won by 1 so we hunt em down 1 by 1
This a custom gun this a 1 of 1
Yu kno
Everybody know me, know me by Black
Black be smokin' weed mane, smokin' weed by da stack
Got dis, got dat, got swishers, got blacks
Got dat smoked out no
Know he keep on clicking
These niggas just chattin some fiction
Teamate But I spin by my doley
If I don’t got a gun then I’ll leave an incision
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
take off her thong
Oh that's a opp, he get beat wit' the gun
Grrah, smokin' all deads
So why the fuck you drop my O?
Like ya mans ain't die by that pole
stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for a chopper
Permit, don't need permission from a doctor
I been smokin' since
where the gown
Smokin' cookie by the pound
Catch him lookin', gun him down
Nigga, we don't fuck around
We really have a paper
Middle fingers to a hater
We
cats nigga, get you killed
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him
Pull out, , four head gone 'n
Sloppy, droppin' you birds
Close range so my
the day I'm gone
Bitch better think twice bout who you trippin' on (Bitch)
And don't be askin' what we smokin' and we sippin' on (Don't be askin')
Thick
Who wanna catch dis
Bitch please, you must be smokin' rocks
Real shit for my people
And it just don't
Fucker please you must be smokin' rocks
back thru the roof
Go get ya play back smokin boof
These niccas day trap ain't the truth
I bring the plate back run it through
I done, hopped out
got big guns like Arnold Schwarzenegger
Drug money them livin the fast life
Traumatized by the rules of the street life
Yeah sex, money, women
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
the G Code
Survive by the gun
Feel like the chosen one, yeah
Feel like the chosen one
Lil richard and I'm that one
Lil richard and I'm that one, yeah
Live
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
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