Lyrics:
shit a nigga knock
(3 gunshots)
bitch don't let this be a stash spot
HOOK
I buck em drug em fuck em I don't love em
dump em smokin
put him, put
zapco, alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
Pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P
Now I'm high like a motherfucking jet
tings loved up
Don't make me slide in the DM's with a lovestruck
Yeah, I know they love this young buck
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got
tings loved up
Don't make me slide in the DM's with a lovestruck
Yeah, I know they love this young buck
Many men, hide their girl from me
They got
three-in-one shit
The shooters love it
Fuck it, I got purposeful goals
So from the fiends I must stash what I
Make and do it under your nose
Hit your moustache
we had to deal with
Because you love us so much
Now bless each and every one of us
Keep all of us
In your love and care
(CyHi)
Amen
From where
it
She was stuck in her past so we ain't have a future
Had me blinded by ass til I seen that we were
On two different levels a buck would make her
on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
to know
I ain't Like them
I ain't nothing like these niggaz
You been used to
I don't move like them niggaz
I refused to
I'm just keeping it a buck
Cuz I
an issue
Not once
But twice
Give it three times
Why do we hide it
If it's such a big crime
Move on
Move on
From the past life
Gonna need a contact
Didn't
feelings I don't give a fuck
I'm going to keep that shit a hundred I'm going to keep that shit a buck
Three sevens on my arm but ask about me I don't believe
a word if you don't know
I've been called nigger since a young buck
By police frisking me for the gun tucked
Is it my profile, I got a dope style
Got em
suck
Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap
Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
Lookin at the news and now I see pals
Carlton, koons,
around me
It's because of them God
Never found me right? (Right? Wrong)
Before I hit the ground when I
Caught three in the chest
I should'a guessed my
that's green
Hold on, gotta link this fiend
So it's 3, straight cash, no ticks on me
And my nigga jumped out and slapped it with
A lean and he hit one man
need hoe
She like, "I ain't thought about it, let me see though"
"I need me a margarita by the beach and a three gram blunt, baby I ain't talking pre
Back on my bullshit
Hear wha' me a say nuh, you cyan drape me up
A that me a say oh!
Me nuh 'fraid of no bull buck
No duppy conqueror gas Gang
Go fi
I live fo'
For every J I smoke I fuck a bitch
I'm a nympho
I wouldn't trade this for a million bucks
My best friends, my blunts, and my chucks
What's
got the spot hot
Run up on Tre, see the trap spot
He got some bucks but he not hot
Niggas ain't slide on no pressure through our block
The light up
Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9
Future millionares tellin the coppers we
Blaze one for the nation
No playahation
And buck a shot in ya location
[Chorus]
Repeat 2x
[Verse 3]
Pleasure
Proper ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like
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