Lyrics:
back in time,
Now I'm 13 smokin' blunts, makin' green,
Or on the drug scene, fuck the football team,
Risk it, ruptured spleens, by the age of 16,
the six-six-tre
Like I won't let this motherfucka tear up the store
Three-wheeling with a cloud of kush in my jaw
Thousand dollar blunts, what a nigga want?
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna pop (yeah)
I'm the nigga make your bitch wanna drop (yeah)
I'm the nigga that your bitch wanna top (yeah)
Man,
your hood (hood)
With a dollar dank (dank)
And a SLK and a 348, what now, uh?
Two bad niggas, from the big VA (VA)
Twelve blunts a day
Chillin'
a bigger rep
The trigger finger strapped
I wanna see another nigga step
I play the cards
Lost by your dingy Mista Gilligan
The mighty mad writer's
on up, niggas use to tease me
See me on top
It makes you queasy.
Sick with it
Bitch, I'm Bruce Lee
Seduce me
You're nice and juicy
In the parking lot, I
clost cock the toast and make you see Ghost-s like Whoopi
Have you ever seen a nigga get snatched up by his drawers
And wonder the cause, 'cause big
swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin' bro?
Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm
You've heard about the dirty dozen and the tales of the green beret
The men that sank the bismarck and the fighting c.i. a.
But if you're talkin'
Solo blunt to the neck, I don't need no help
But if I run to a bad bats, it's just anotha dollar loss
In time to pop my coller, 'til I pop a coller off
to get drunk (and a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
I got a blunt (and a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
to get drunk (And a ho)
Sitting right on top of me with that incredible rump
So check it out
I got a blunt (And a ho)
I ain't about to spend my whole
You'll be surprised what these bitches'll do
Keep my blunts rolled, pronto
Even give me they soul
If you don't know then I
Know what you didn't befo’
Are
name
[Verse 1]
Blunt flickin, gin cup sippin another hundred thousand dollar mission, I be
Out of reach check yo time piece,
shorty got that look
Changin' over foodstamps, and hittin' a lick was next see
I'm just a playa like that, my jeans was sharply creased
I got a fresh white t-shirt and my cap
plasma beams
My Chevy from a galaxy nobody's human eye can see
And I get pulled over by UFO's, moon-rocks in the seat
A hundred years from now I'll be
extorted for them nickel rocks
Got it all, but the days on them nickel rocks
Got a 5 dollar sale for these nickel rocks
Seen a man kill his brother for
super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those tryin'
world that we in is full of pressure and pain
Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game
Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench (hey, Five-O)
me to do?
We get a blunt and a joint out of [?]
Where I'm from we be actually hoopin' in Jordans
Five dollar white t-shirts and them loose cigarettes
the industry super sized me
Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me
I'm on the rise, so many people despise me
Got party ammunition for those
use to smoke blunt to the back of Encore
Drive up town, I like ten cars or more
Tryin' to see some that we never seen before
For them kids in new town,
Ayo, where the fuck is that blunt at?
Where y'all niggas hoggin' the shit man?
Two pulls of that shit nigga start gettin' paranoid and shh
Get
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