Lyrics:
nigga Pac
Gotta go in on this one yeah, let's go
Give me my money and stacks and
Lace my swishas with kush, nigga
Hard liquor fuck up my liver
Guaranteed
still hangin' in the mix
where I ain't safe at
I'm on some foolishness shit
with these rugers and shit
I'm on some run in your house bitch
you move
the home of Screw music and drank
Coming down blowing swishas, on them 4's that clank
Muddy styrofoam cups, full of oil in our hand
Sitting sidways
still in your hood, like run down houses
From the burbs to the projects, we got em bouncing
Pass the swisha, I'm with my nigga Flippa
My truck sit
just gonna leave the Mary in the whip
And go n bring them shots in,
it's the Native in the house and
Came to rock we won’t stop it
It's the Native in
Whitehouse In a White House
Cross me then it’s lights Out
On God
Skeetamo what lick read
We been rocking together since ten speeds
Big weed roll it up in
nothing but doubt
Sit in my house, let the Kraken out
When I record these songs, I let the passion out
(Why the fuck am I starting to get an accent)
up in this game
Both blowing swishas
With the windows down
Switching lanes
Anything you want just ask
And I got it
Don't give your love or your
House just like nascar come by and make a (Stop)
Ref, why you blow the whistle when clearly that’s a (Flop flop flop)
Flop flippity flop on my way to make
Yayo blastin soul distant got that tweaker vision
Pre-roll twist em got them Swishas me in G position
I’m just D-Boy dammit I ain’t never gon be no
smokes swishas
Don't look for a backhand
Know where I stand at
I can go zig zag
If you swing you might miss that
I am the top dog don't need to be k dot
My finances
I'm enchanting
When I'm romancing
Advancing and taking chances
Fuck around and burn the house
Down onto the street
Sun is going down
Stuck in my heart, I can not let go
Fanta and swishas I walk out the sto
You leave the house you best lock yo doe
I got yo heart but girl I need moe
around smokin' out if you down
Realist in the house let them know what i'm about
Catch me on the real side don't be wasting time
We hungry for the gold
that's
What pushed when the motivation pulled
Commanded me to go ahead and eat Cas I'm full
Found myself in a house full of mirrors
Made it out the other
Plenty going around smoking out if you down
Realist in the house let them know what i'm about
Catch me on the real side don't be wasting time
We hungry
and tribulations, why you bring the same swishas
Well ain't this a- you know what fuck it, at least it ain't no jackpot
Good times or extendos, then I know you used
So much fake, does the real exist?
Living a double identity
Bought me the house with amenities
Mentally ill with no remedy
Just a lot of weed
ahead baby give that bib a break
East coast nigga, West coast shipper
Exotic pressure burned at my leisure
In old swishas
Taste of revenge on my lips
LM002, hoe not a hummer, Lamborghini
Hughey Hefner, Huey Newton, hue is you inside this glassy house
It's three Girls and a Needle on that head if you gon
road running trying to get rich
We put your bro up in that Swisha, 5800
I just walked in with 58 killers
The bro gone stalking, he gone pull up to your
and I ain't even hit no swisha
I ain't got no feelings don't give a fuck about your opinion
I been getting money so its best I'm independent
Niggas they
the team[00:57.68]Run up on me[00:58.55]You get put in a leaf[00:59.95]Smoking mo pressure[01:01.01]Mo gas in my swisha[01:02.16]I just fucked this bith[01:03.33]And you
niggas, I'ma swang, I'ma swang
Yeah, the homies in the back, they been smokin' on the swishas
I been with the homie, we been makin' hella wishes
Woke up in
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