Lyrics:
trunk
For me to smoke to
For me to ride to
Fly by to
Subwoofers keep shaking my rearview
Beatin up my truuunk
In my trunk
I like muzik dat
Bump bump bu
feed her salmon and pills
I woke up in St. Barts on a yacht with a thot
She want all the smoke like that time I smoked with Bart
Slob on my knob,
name blow
Im dropping c4 every month to
Make my name blow
Drive a hoopty every month like
It's a range rove
Get in on the passenger side
Because the door
fresh when I hop out I quit school to hit licks im a drop out
You was playing games I was outside slanging that torch in a drive by
South west nigga got
phone
Talking trash
I guess they practice what they preach
They stay in the gutter
While I pull up to the table
Take a seat
Been overlooked so long
Now
Baby drummers with the thing tucked
Chocolate hunnids got me caked up
I'm in her face fuck the make up
Usually smoke a ting on the wake up
Robert
scotty Pippen', I ain't slippin', 33 up in the mag
But I ain't in all that dissin', I'ma stretch a
Out in traffic with them gadgets, hell yeah, we movin'
Right back up in your mothafuckin' ass
9-5 plus four pennies, add that shit up
D.R.E. right back up on top of thangs
Smoke some with your Dogg
No
leave you wit' two holes
One in yo dome
One in yo chest
An Elliot Ness
He wouldn't have made it on the West
And yes
I know you muthafuckas heard
Shordie she won't let you touch shordie she bad she know she fine
She don't wanna hop in the Jeep only two seat these seats recline
You was never in
Beam me up Scotty hey
I said Scott "Send it through"
I'm about to make a heater
Beam me up, rollin' zoot
Pouring thirty by the litre
In a whip
I get it gone, you can't compete
Ybg the mvp, i sold the cake and gsc
Personally i mix the sfv w gelato 33
Trappin all i know, got gg4
thump in my tru' tru' tru'
It was a late night
No scrabble, game night
I'm a handful, ain't I
Ain't I, ain't I
Let me show you
Back seat, front door you
Rowland
In da back of my seats man
6-4 when I hittin dem switches
-- sittin on deep dishes
S 500 wit da L-G kick back
I do number so don't try to screw
huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome nina Rolls shined up for you, baby, blin' blaow
I rock a throwback
huh
Four was mild but five is so wild
I can smoke a green mile
Got a chrome nina Rolls shined up for you, baby, blin' blaow
I rock a throwback
bite raps
I hope your fucking lungs collapse
I'm on a vengeance writing
Rhymes with syringes in West I loc
Strong as camel smoke dope as heroin
MCs are
flexin' in the passenger
One eye bandit turned the scene into a massacre
Stopped pourin' 4's everyday to build stamina
Kendrick when I’m preachin' but I'm
Four hundred fifty four grams by my mac book
Do u want the girl scout cookies or the plat cook
Call my nigga juan cuz he taught me how to crack cook
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
been had the blick automatic
Niggas turn snake, can't believe that was my homie
I be pouring by the four, two times like I'm Kobe
Serving white like
bitch she gone act like we in a movie
He say he in the field this ain't Call of Duty
I had came up from nothing, we hardly moving
Had that 33 on me like
40's got us fucked up till we earl
In this hustler's world
7th Lennox and what about the east side
El Barrio, we blowin' smoke while we G ride
mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees poppin Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got
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