Tuesdays & Thursdays

Dirty vanz Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! I'm aimin' at yo' skull! I'm aimin' at yo' skull! I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Burning up im hot boy Test me you should not boy Flexing you should stop boy I know what you not boy Strapped out in the tonka toy Choppa make alot a noice I plead the fift then murk your boys The hearts field up, but you can't join Its the grip taste like a quater of keef Serve you in a first degree Hollows hot miami heat Catch you slipping, i can garantee That you gonna have to hear of me You won't get this work from me I promise this ain't what you need Shawty lay off on the back seat Run up in some back cleatz Snobs up like a track meat Tecs sounds like some advanced beat Clear the streets like some vaccine Love the look on white sheets Now double back on crime scenes Ain't no games bitch we play for keeps Street sweepers some fucking clean Magazine no limousine Fourty with the diamond beam Fill em up like canteens Bitch you know whats up with me I told you to don't fuck with me Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Smoked out, loced out Ridin' with the pistol grip I don't love hoes, mane I'm aimin' at yo' skull! Dirty Vans