Yity !!
You already know what the f#ck going On
Mhmm
That beat knock
Thirty-six my ounces
Forty-one my watch
Put this switch on this glizzy that Beef never gon stop
I’m just happy that the prices just dropped
I done ran so many grams up top
I should’ve pulled that lamb off lot
Tryna put some rubber bands on knots
It’s so big rubber bands gon pop
It’s crazy how we stand on blocks
But the feds got my mans on lock
It’s crazy how we stand on blocks
But the feds got my mans on lock
Boston cream be the only weed I’m Smoking on
I be high as a kite
Fly as a plane
n#gg#s playing the bench still can’t Get in the game
Took a flick with the opps boy you n#gg#s is lame
Treat my city like the end zone n#gg#
When I touch down
Told my jewеler freeze my chain
I need it bussdown
I’ve been running with gunnеrs
Maan you n#gg#s is runners
Mac book at Best Buy
Send a link to this number
And the work I make it somersault
And I got a slick tongue that’ll piss My mother off
f#cking with a new n#gg# wear The pro’s and con’s
Gun a butler at the door like I Know the fonz
Subzero for a hero I got frozen arms
And it’ll leave a n#gg# holy just like The Quran
Know it’s on us and not in us and it’s like a bomb
This the wrong f#cking time to try and tick us off
We on the corner of the strip we get to licking off
I put it on the dead side let aunty sniff it all
Ouuu yeah she licked it all
I got a lick around the way he prolly clip you for a half a ball
I’m saw three without the hacksaw
And my dawg got an assist came off the backboard
She whipped out the glass dick and broke the backboard
You mixed the fent with the coke why you do that for
Couple hollows hit his sternum yeah that’s clap board
Not computer savvy but I got the Mac for it
If I gotta come from blues to the ave you know imma tax something
Yeaaahh
We gon make Chi wack something and
Yeaaah, put some racks on em’
That beat knock
Thirty-six my ounces
Forty-one my watch
Put this switch on this glizzy that beef never gon stop
Im just happy that the prices just dropped
I done ran so many grams up top
I should’ve pulled that lamb off lot
Tryna put some rubber bands on knots
It’s so big rubber bands gon pop
It’s crazy how we stand on blocks But the feds got my mans on lock
It’s crazy how we stand on blocks But the feds got my mans on lock
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