No Bap
1G Flea Bandz
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Thousand Gang Fleabans, bitch Ayy, we got him on this one Bitch, I'm brazy, I get mad, I might smack a judge High scope on that pump, bitch, I'm at Merfug I was young, they told me to say no to drugs Growing up in the streets, yeah, that's all it was Both my parents smoked crack and I sold some Get popped on sight for trying to catch a buzz All my niggas bought a bag, let's run it up Thought we ain't know who, we just doing the way we f*ck it up Fat Cam said to play Nipsey, so let's double up Me and Brazen tripping off Molly We need some gum, got your bitch with my bitch We finna have some fun My white boy smoked some Russ, damn, that broke his lung Ayy, stop that broke shit Yeah, you see that big 4'5 poking In case you ain't notice Chillin' on top of Taliban, bitch, you see it poking Spend my night vision in the light to catch you open Bitch, let me blow him like the no cap that we smoking Little baby on my skin like lotion She drop on her knees and catch my C like she open Bitch, suck me She ain't hit my line, it's a drop what I told him Ayy, sold nothing what I sold him Sometimes, you gotta know when to hold him Ayy, like dice, hot flea roll No cap, there's no cap where I'm smoking Just f*ck your rap, bitch, and I'll pull it out or sew in You the type don't get no ass and beat your dick with lotion I ain't gonna lie, a lot of shit went down on Coleman Just know that we changed the name to Rosy Seen bro let his dope sit for an hour and he moan you Seen the fiend nod off and go into a coma Since show strong, he showing signs of corona The C fucking with the dawg, not no Saint Bernard Dope came soft, give me a minute, we gon' make it hard Spend the shit good with the fork, almost broke the jar Happy as hell, junkie came through with a 8 of bars 100 for 100 football, she ain't get no bars 50 shots coming out quick from the PLR F*ck around and pull a nigga strings but I don't play guitar F*ck up, blew a nigga brains out and shooting out no car Go home, sleep good, watch the news in the morning Niggas call themselves shooters, type of shoot from the corner Dope that I got right now, this shit I don't even snort How the f*ck you call yourself a plug-in on the cop in the corner Only thing I'm nervous about is the dope crossing the border I got a baby in the crib, I ain't talking to daughter Only thing I'm nervous about is the dope crossing the border I got a baby in the crib, I ain't talking to daughter Yeah, what's good Flea You know I had to come f*ck with you 810 shit
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