Lyrics:
no thang
I'm taggin P-Town Loc, while I'm puffin' Mary Jane
At the level see, sat out there smokin' dubs
Saint Dog hangin' deep with those rude boy
to a murder-thon (yeah)
No, this ain't a murder song
'cause I'm on my Fergatron (Yes, sir)
Hit me on my burner phone (yeah)
That was just my car alone
Always got
the drugs
Childhood full of shit, how I deal with the pain
I never pop pills no more
But me and gang smoke back to back every day, Mary Jane
I'ma move right
It's a war goin' on outside
And my people gotta paint they faces on.
And what I gotta do, and what I gotta do
Is work and flip a dollar.
Ain't got no
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
man, I ain't tryna stop ya
[Chorus: ]
(Shine), from my head down to my shoes
(Shine), skiiiiirtin' on twenty-two's
(Shine), check my baby mama
care what the weatherman says
When I step into the party I make it rain
We’re living in a jungle
When I come through
Tarzan better look after Jane
She
thinking Hatchbacks
Yo, bitch, she eating my pudding, snack pack
Clap at the bros and you know we gon' clap back
Lil bitch, I'm chasing riches by the day
time I walk away
Something's telling me to stay
I know it's this addiction to you
I need to make it right, by saying
Just one more night
I know it's this
got em mixed up with being eminent
They shot my nigga 8 times
Guilty by association
Shot my mans 1 time
The outcomes awful ain't it
I'm just tryna do
ain't the same
I'm battlin' with my drug addiction I don't even wanna take no more codeine
Yeah, I'm on a mission And for my brain, yeah, I need
want Mary Jane too
We can see the stars ain't no ceiling in my coupe
Undertaker, Meet your maker
Cause I kill that pussy aye
Give a fuck about a hater,
ain't run from no drama
Just give us what we came for or get the stick to your
Now look, man
I am a gangster, not a criminal or a crook man
And I can
That's like a lil crack, see you ain't gone lie to me
I see how you be tryna be
BET tonight becomes addiction to pornography
And that's in no way
I've been tryna go to heaven they won't let me
I got demons in my head I think they get me
Sick of shit i pop some pills and that ain't healthy
Right
'round addiction, seen like forty interventions
Your shit ain't addin' up, know you a phoney, checked your image
Rappin' tough, but all them niggas in
Turn the receiver back on, Kiki stay repeatin'
Apple Watch sends boom bap, BPM ain't 90
Multiply that by two, ask how I'm alive g
Habumbupbupbuhbuh,
and I'm like shorty fall back
She like Jhon you disrespectful
I ain't even start yet bitch
And it ain't no need to swerve cuz I'm coolin in my lane
Said it
to see
Niggas pussy won't see me with me
Niggas got beef they can leave it to me
My niggas shoot shit no DVD
No TNT we ain't shooting scenes
3 shots 2
(Yeah)
(Peace, king)
(Peace, king)
(Listen, if they wrote a book on your life)
(Right)
(You think anybody'll read it?)
(No fucking doubt)
(Yeah)
(Peace, king)
(Peace, king)
(Listen, if they wrote a book on your life)
(Right)
(You think anybody'll read it?)
(No fucking doubt)
bodies
Love to floss, no secret stun'ner's
Niggas steady baller block, can't take nothin from us
Young nigga, livin a life surrounded by ice
Hoes be
forget the TEC held high by your right ear
So listen loud and clear you don't wanna lose your life, dear
And don't you show a slight tear or let 'em
Little smoke sesh I'll be quick with the roll
One to reminisce and one for the road
Mary jane been stunting on these hoes
Sticky fingertips
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