Lyrics:
sleeping, awake thee
Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines
Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees
I am taking names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch
nigga, recognize the bloody clothes
Ready to represent the Grove wit two calicoes
I carry 4's in my side pocket
While yours cock a nigga mind poppin'
Walk
sleeping, awake thee
Calicoes, AKs, Uzi-machines
Got you misplacing your arms and losing your knees
I am taking names, so who wanna leave
Out this bitch
Tucked in my thirty-eight, mack on my back I am
So ready for whateva that awaits me
Run up in your place wile you're sleepin await the
Calicoes, ak's,
Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor
We (What?) run (What?) these (What?) streets! (What?)
Fuck (What?) Niggaz (What?) Descease! (What?)
[Hook - Bone
Calicoes 100 shot
Street sweepers clear the block
I'm that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop
Take 'em to my grand momma basement
Show 'em what I got,
Calicoes 100 shot
Street sweepers clear the block
I'm that nigga niggaz call when those shots pop
Take 'em to my grand momma basement
Show 'em what I got,
can cut the coke
Let's fucking go, it's Hollygrove
Bussin' straight through the fucking do'
You fucking know them calicoes
They go blucka blucka
You
fuck niggas, I come slow
Motion, knock down the ocean
This nigga here is extra large, nigga
Cali-coes Tech-nine, that's the triggor
We (What?) run
calicoes
Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call
Ten J got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
Then FaceTime me on my phone,
of a simple mind
Laid bare to stare
Calicoes and deities
Livin' in a rubber room
Better get my naughties done
Mama's gonna be home soon
Yea she'll be home soon
Nigga we troublesome come shoot up the party If we don't fuck with them
Acting retarded like we off molly like wassup with them
Glocks and calicoes
know
The wave different and I spit like calicoes
Bitched on me like I'm dosed up in pheromones
Herringbone on my chest when you hear this song
Learn
Dreams and reality I'm tryna balance both
People I put first woulda gave my last for
From the same land tryna slide with them calicoes
Hating on me.
pocket
I got 50 Calicoes
I got bitches I can ghost
I got bitches I don't know
I don't wanna do it to you
Babygirl you gotta go
Gotta place I gotta see
To those
Who expose bro’s
Who pose with calicoes
I pop those
In white robes
Lights out like light bulbs
Live in the field
Like Marshalls
Who stalk
bust 'em down and sell lines
Posted with then Calicoes on
Me nigga landslide (LAAAANDSLIDE)
Gucci belt showin, Trues on hangin
Strap pokin out
(BLAH) ,
spit clips calicoes
In a habitat that flip bricks half o'z and be
Trapping crack just to have kicks mad clothes
Fashion fact me on the strip patten jo's
to the glorious
8 billion souls 8 billions stories gets laborious
He got it though, flows get bust like calicoes calibers they 45th, PG to Portsmouth to Portau
riding round with calicoes
That money on a ten-four
We get in mode
And see if the opposed can see the goals
That we set
I know I'm next
I treat my shit
Have lil bro come walk in them Calicoes
Nigga, that's how you wipin' those
Get in this house, we gon' creep real slow
Man he up it and it jammed, yeah,
I'm Cool calm and collected in Calamity
Them calicoes cause mothers colic healing through many tragedies
Feeling a few that could compare with these
phenomenon's, me and my click be ready for war
You better get your entourage, 'fore you get calicoes through your car
Or you'll get a 44 to your jaw, ain't no
told that most friends turn to foes
From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds
If it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deed
I'ma
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