Lyrics:
of niggas got what Snoopy got
Ain't a lot of niggas walk up in the spot
Smokin' on that Lemon Drop
Four or five bitches and they body hot
Music make they
the alkie
Weed smokin', keep the cancer piece on it (yeah)
Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (c'mere bitch)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer
They sleep on zodeine, ima wake em up
CatchAOpp Two7Gang, if we catch ya lil nigga you outta luck
Smokin all these green games, im on a spaceship i
They sleep on zodeine, ima wake em up
CatchAOpp Two7Gang, if we catch ya lil nigga you outta luck
Smokin all these green games, im on a spaceship i
rot
If we ever meet then you better not run
You better not trip and get beat by the gun
9mm send you to the sun
Ain't no percussion we tunin' the drum
Feelin' like a don, bitch, I already won
Listenin' to Swerve, all these niggas is your son
How you wanna beef, and you do not own a gun
Ruger on my
wouldn't grab the gun
And at that time I wasn't thinkin about no one
Damn near crazy I went and grabbed the baby
Held him by the door and said i'ma throw his
the coaches
And I'm a always be in the hood like roaches
Flow is ferocious, dough is ferocious
Two guns by each lung with no holsters
And I control all
'em hang
It ain't at all strange with game, remain the Savage
And cabbage, got to come, if not, five-oh for one
I come with guns smokin' leave you
Magnolia
They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street
You representin'? It better be
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
Francis, M to the iz-H phenominal
Gun rest under your vest by the abdominal
Rhyme a few bars so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few flows so I can pimp
You see me diggin' in my gold
I'm a ghetto bastard and when I'm smokin' on 'dro
I get the munchies directly after
I made doe by offing hoes in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, four
Yeah, yeah (Uh)
Uh, you gotta be smokin' a blunt in this mothafucka (Yeah)
Count that shit, dawg (Yeah)
Split that shit, dawg (Gang)
You ain't
keep her i just wanted to hit it
That bitch know I ain't never need her
All these niggas wanna do is diss
Pick up a gun and go catch you a hit
Movin'
sitting out front (out front)
My main bitch got a big butt (big butt)
I get the big ass fit for my gun
I'm in the air, pullin' up in Magic City (Magic
Slimed out so i gotta keep my gun by me niggas slimed out so I gotta keep my gun
Slimed out so i gotta keep my gun by me niggas slimed T N T shit we
The Rich Way
BMG
BMG
BMG
Reno
Tell them dig brody the nem up with his bum ass
They know we gon' empty them clips to my gun jam
I go by Lil' Walka
and do a drive by
Charge me with gang activity
You seen that shit on Fox 5
Smokin' OG gas bag in my matte black Jag
Maison Margiela, my foot on the gas
wait 'til opportunities are gone, yeah
Wanna race shit up, but I already won, uh
Really know some niggas livin'
By they gun, huh, Yeah
Got big, wait,
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