Lyrics:
Dice shootin, smokin
Hootie hootin, loukin
Gun, I got your token
Lick, I got hoes open
No chumpin, bumpin
Timb's speakers thumpin
Making your moves
ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
down, I'm smokin' organic, uh, uh
And it's Die Lit, uh, uh
F&N, I'm smokin', uh, what? Uh, yeah
F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)
She bend
South Bronx punt, stab him like, oh no
That machine gun funk, big popper
Malcolm X by the window of the chopper
You niggas lost prophets
Been
By no means do I promote violence
But if you got opps and you see an opps and you want to shoot them
walk down
Walk 'em down
Walk 'em down, gotta do
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin" players
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got
dollar yahts
smokin these thousand dollar Marlboro's
[Chorus 2X: Magnolia Chop]
You gotta roll that weed nigga let it burn
bust then burn nigga wait yo'
greedy I got mad friends with Benz's
C-notes by the layers, true fuckin' players (uh)
Jump in the Rover and come over
Tell your friends jump in the GS3
nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you want to run one wit' me?
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' fool!
And I
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
Totin smoke, Outlawz we ain't no joke
Thug Life, cowards betta be known
We approachin in the wide open, guns smokin
No need for hopin it's a battle lost
I
Some brothers'd still be vergins if
The crack never came out
I got the wild style
Always been a foul child
My guns go boom boom, and yo' guns go wow pow
that ain't what we need
And wonder why our children keep smokin' weed
(Bizzy)
Take a look into the gun, look at what we've become
Daddy don't love me,
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
raided the dope spot, eight year old kid got shot
'Cause they mistook his BB gun for a Glock
And I ain't forgot about the homie Lano
He got killed by
like how I sound, yeah
Smokin' zaza, smokin' za out the pound
Yeah, and look how time fly
"Where's my guy?" Now you down
Bitch, yeah, we do drive-by
We love it in the palace when we smokin' off the chalice
Quiet as a mouse on the couch we sit
Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids
Coffee Shop
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
foo she think she smokin' on some ruts
She keep on rubbin', bitch, I feel it on my gun
Bikini bottom and I'm lookin' for the sponge
Pat keep rocks my
Yea TylerAbom on the beat
Coming straight outta st cloud
We really made it i guess
From smokin takis to smokin broads
Aye TA straight underground,
the gun bang
My niggas hot, they'll take your ice You ain't givin' it up, they takin' your life If you lack with your bitch, I'ma click on your wife
If you
y'all nigga who the fuck it
Is, it's that Ddot nigga, grrah, look
Look) hop out two V's, two O's
And you know he gon' die by the pole
Smokin' on Lotti,
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