(Uh hey Ain’t no weed rolled up over there?) (One more time, ain’t no weed rolled up back there?) (Fuck, hand me that cup, uh yeah)
My lil niggas itching he gon take on all missions Better not play the field pussy I’m gon have my dog sick em Shoot it out with the whole city, all 50s all glizzies Pop out wearing black masks we know most of yall witnesses War between some young niggas likely to involve bitches Next thing got a wall for the deceased, room full of all pictures FEDS wanna catch a nigga bad know they all wishing I’m getting rich so suck a nigga dick I know that yall listening
Chains on me all glistening, blur a bitch vision Difference is you in that 560, I’m balling out But just like John Maranch you didn’t pick me Bitch grizzly, thought I lost it but I really didn’t Big frisbee, started on the block but I’m worldwide Nigga I been trending before verified When I saw a murder I wasn’t terrified Stuck up in this shit like I’m paralyzed
Gangsters gon unite one day our day arrives Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive Movin like the man cuz I got bread now I can’t let the fame get to my head now
Thousand dollar cash mil scullys on my head now But niggas I was thugging with, gettin money with, they dead now Paining me, keep flames with me, nigga black out, just see red I Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said I be tryna slow up like Herbo, nigga use your head Got a bodyguard but nigga be really dependent on that lead Nigga not no reptile nothing but tears and bloodshed Nigga not erectile but I keep one up in the head Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in ya head Feel like I’m one up in my head, niggas like what’s up in ya head
Oh that’s just tough luck cuz he scared niggas gettin tucked up in they bed Oh you a killa? Why you ain’t slayed? What’s them face tats and them dreads You a pussy boy, go on hits but you keep missing You a rookie or hollows poppin through your skin like some cooking oil He ain’t really with the sin, he a pussy boy Go on let the smokers in we been lookin for us