Lyrics:
baggin two zip, smackin two crips with a black in my lips
Spittin facts out the ash of a wood tip
Coughin up 16 new hits, thrivin on a vibe only i can rip
conceal that I'm on
On you real, bad
Real, bad, bad
I'm on you real bad
Touch me with ya finger tips
Backwood in between yo lips
And I pearled it the way
Beware, they twist their fingers into demon heads; thats so shady. - you know when my two middle fingers hit my palm, theres a THWIP! Thats so
OVO Owls
Go turn your back now
Im just pointing thru the window
With my fingers
This a fake gun
My thumb
I cock it back like this jack
My rap this is
again
Done taking L's every bout is a win
Can't stop the flame with indomethacin
The talent remains like identical twins
Fulfill my jobs like Steve
You
you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
Foe nem gone hop out the rental wit Hollow tips he ready to send em to heaven
Said you was sorry no time for
to the tip
Of the top, with these nonstop flows I invent
Bars so hard, shit hurt when it hit
My bars like prison bars
I'm trapped in the pens
Of this wildstyle
finger tips
So when I squeeze the rubber grip
Release the clip, then leave the clip
see-Cypher Pigs can't identify it
The true and living God, son,
flip my middle finger I'm chilling on 20 million
The rumors turn me on I'm masturbating at the top
These hoes so excited they catching every drop
I'm
it
Go ahead and peel it, do it if you dare
I just wanna lay it down and run my fingers right through her hair
Remove her underwear, lick, lick, lick
my trust my trust
I could've been controlled by lust
But any little chance that you got you were thrusted thrust
But now I don't care too much
You aint
you care
Of a sinner's prayer
Let her rip with finger tips
Let her strip me with a kiss
Grab my hips and let her rip
Father guide me when I pray
Show
the tree to feed my steed the sticky green
Steve had the extra large Slurpee gotta pee
Mezmerized by the crimson ember I close my eyes
Smoke will enter
fine
Bust up on her, tell her, baby, be mine
Feelin' real good when I sip on that wine
Give a lil' tip, then my dick out of fine
Next up, coach, so I
at 11: 00 y'all was
Leavin' 6: 00 in the mornin'
Cause them underage bitches had to be
To school by 8: 00
My belt always a lil' loose
To get a handgun
week
My ashtray still got a roach in it
I hit it until my finger tips
Get burnt at the filter tip
'Fore I learn to take a risk
I ain't even had a pot
write tonight
This type of funk with the flavor like Mike 'n' Ike's
Hanging out wit my niggas, my niggas
The Pack Pistol Posse keep they fingers
the grain, game at my finger tips
Yeah, Killah Hill lay it down
Killa Beez on the swarm
Nigga
Aiyo, I plow down tracks like I'm out for revenge
Fuck
the one some think is great?
I'm that one (son of a gun!)
Drivin' by wavin' my fist
Makin' 'em mad when I'm goin' like this
Top gun, never on the run
them automatics
Lil youngin' he be slangin' iron
And he will never panick
Straight hollow tips filled up my 9 and
I can't wait to blast it
That life
As time slips through my finger tips
Like grains of sand in Caesars hands
I can hear the time bomb as it ticks and it ticks
Not long to go now, no
got cussed out
I’m inclusive
I really mean fuck everybody
I walk in with my fingers already up prolly
On my bullshit
Flash back every time i sign
your bitch last night it was a blast
Pull up, shoot my shot like Steve Nash
This the crew we don't really fuck with you
ACED Gang on the motherfucking
i won't crash
I'm balling like Steve but my last name ain't Nash
Cause im all about cheese and I'm loving that cash
Glock wit a beam yea you know it's
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