Lyrics:
I drink I smoke I fuck
My kind we fight in the club
I mix up that vodka with the chronic and I feel that love
I dream I work I bleed
I say things
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
and (I don't like the look of it)
We can win in major ways
Flif fy paint in major haze
Pop my trunk and get them thangs if (I don't like the look of it)
Green light go green light go
Whatever on rocks I'm like green light go
Green light go green light go
I'll have what you have
If you feel my flows
a crack rock, steal a laptop
Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off
Rollin' with my comrades
Buddy and we all blast, everybody bought Lac's
And nigga raised by the rat's roaches
Real youngen holdin coke
State they gave my man life
Feds they gave my man 10
Messin with this dirty game feel like
I'm
turned all red my eyes turned blue like I took aspirin
I hopped off the shelf and made it happen on the counter
Hand up to my face only way to do it is
make it each way/wether it's selling keys/or selling 20 rocks
It's a genius thing/when you mix 2 solvents to make a product/chemical reaction turn 2
The Mix
They Ainn tryna do shit but go run and tell a Young nigga
Business
I'm money minded
You Can Tell just by the way that i Talk That Im I'm tryna go
Talking bout these hundreds need the money right away
Cause my momma need a brand new crib by the day
My bitch need a brand new bag by the way
My
Ice all up on me im glidin and shit
Rollie two tone gold and silver is mixed
Watch out for my glock it aint owned by a jit
Bustas be hating i dont give
on the coldest sect
I got chicks butt-naked feelin' no redress
Okay, I'm on my way with a load of cess
But, I got four niggas in my truck
And if you bring
I'm ready to hit the telly, tickle bellies from the inside
y'all know that Shock's my name
I rock brew instead of champagne
Ask around the world
I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak
Where the fuck is Del
Where the fuck is Del
Way, this is our way
The first time I used it
It was just like
The worst sensory experience of my life
Too
Uh
Having this munyun having them stacks
four pockets full with them racks
Uh
I walk in the club but come thru the back
I rock out on stage and I got
school
Then we mix it all up, call it Pro Tools (ha ha)
Serve em demo tracks (tracks) let em demo that (yeah)
All these bitches in the club, where
That boy got lined by a bitch
The same one saying he rides with a stick, huh
Gotta tighten up a bit
Man, it's still war, you can't get out the mix, huh
got 26 bitches in my pool
And the homies just wanna act a fool
Why live if you can't have fun?
I mix the pineapple hemp with the rum, shit
We
on my Mongoose (ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die
on my Mongoose (ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die
the talking
I'm the damn boss king ya got me aggravated
Just by the way ya been looking at me I can tell you're a faggot
And im not saying that cause I'm
to the cosmic
Whatever they rock with
Is something non-toxic chop it
Mix the green juice with the CrossFit
Better get my weight up
You other niggas lost it
Drip,
the AK
But I like the MAC-11 by far
I'm from the trenches
I done pulled strings like a goddamn guitar
Pour my cup up, pour my cup up
I been cuttin' up,
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