Lyrics:
rollin up so many blunts man
I'm smokin and chokin them
Back to back
Come on and blink
I knew I just think
I'm havin another aink attack
I like
niggaz know how to shoot joints] (Put down the gun son)
[Elmira, Riker's Island, coming from Brownsville] (Put down the gun son)
Niggaz tried to front
the game, we ain't playin' around
We pack the crowd and they repeat what we sayin' now
We smokin' goods like we rastas Roll through they hood like we
All these niggas they be cappin'
Smokin' with my day ones
Fuck with me or with my niggas
Hit you with the Galick gun
Smokin' purple with my niggas,
smokin' on Dibby
They still ain't come slide
On the block where he died
I know that hurt they prides
(Hurt they prides)
I don't wait, if they spotted
Catch
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
rollin' up some many blunts man
I'm smokin' and chokin' ‘em back to back
I'm on that blank i knew i just thanked
I'm havin' another aink attack
I like
got J's at my door
I got shooters on my team
I got feds down my throat
Counting money dirty and clean
Smokin' nothing but Irene
Got a bitch with good
got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
And I don't like your attitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol'
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
And yes I always carry heat
I calm my nerves by smokin' weed
And yes I'm rockin' way too many
Tattoos than I really need
American flag's off in my sleeve,
fly
Smokin' that pack, I been touchin' the damn sky
Bringin' no smoke and them niggas just ran by
Plug trappin' bricks and it move like erosion
Pour up
foes from the Field, deep down in the South
Smokin' t-shirts an' jeans, watch we go here an' by
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South
here an' by
Say dirty South, dirty South
Say dirty South, dirty South
To my thugs from the Field, deep down in the South
Real big guns an' barred
(Yo)
Baby don't jump the gun (No)
See Im tired of smoke in my lungs (Smokin)
I'm tired of spending funds (Tokens)
I need my babe always speaking nothin
is not a G
If I ever got kncoked by pos I forgot to speak
Wanna swap that gwap in for bowls u need to come to me
In the race we comin in gold cuz we
cuz they could kill they homie just to get em high
I threw my dawg a Qp it’s just to get em by
You dummies buy da ounce for 250 & think you smokin za
raps cause you never saw me with a gun
You want me post a picture on my IG With that blicky lil nigga, you dumb
Soon as they know a nigga always
you're perfect
Smokin' in bed
Your hands all around me
Blow in my face
I've missed you like crazy
Snow in your nose
I don't see the issue
Show me the guns
Grabbed that bitch by her hair
Drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, its too late
the loads
Keep a gun up in my purse
Double pumped in the trunk
I get paper by the chunks
VIP gettin drunk
I be servin' beans daily
Sellin' lean smokin' blunts
when they holdin' a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, thugs with the trucks
The real gun runner never run when he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front,
spoil yo bitch, this how paper cuts
Drawin' my line, no x, no o
Ya hittin' on snap but ya never gunna show
I be cuttin' down trees, by smokin' off trees
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