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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Charles
Songwriter
Lyrics
Rolling up for hours till a nigga dead
Niggas out here smoking flour I be out here smoking meds
I be rolling up some towers imma blow them up again
Your bitch geeking off the powder that shit goin' to her head
I be sparking something louder you can smell it in my dreads
Just a young black man with the power in my hands
Seven up bitch
On my trip straight down to hell
Smokin on kush till my face turn pale
Bumping Chief Keef like it's twenty twelve
Imma give a bitch nigga twenty shells
On my own nigga who need bitches
You on your own like who these niggas
Tell if you pussy by who ride with you
At the red light niggas still pulling triggers
I'm a vagabond niggas been on a mission
You can live or die that's your decision
Only been sober like thirty minutes
Seven up boys tote thirty pistols man fuck
Thirty deep niggas rolling up trust
Where we go niggas show love
Pull up to the club nigga hide your slut
Sewer pulled up man looking so thug
Knock out yo lights man you ain't know what
Ed hardy denim ion give no fucks
Hand on my pint in drugs I trust
I been learned to stop giving people my trust
Man only reason I still got snapchat is for da plug
I ain't slept in one whole week I'm working out the mud
Money bags by my eyes I spilled lean on my rug
For the day that I die imma pour the fuck up nigga
Writer(s): Bryce Charles
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