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Catch me smokin' out a pound I used to have to scrape a nick Came from out the ground I got a smile that you can't take for shit Don't play with sticks, but stay with sticks Momma and my Daddy know Came in this bitch a soldier Leavin' out that Hoe a Goat Can't lean on a hoe, but I might lean in her throat Real hustler from the go I find a fiend if I'm broke For the dream, for the bros, for the team, for the folks Ain't no tellin' where I go, I take this shit on up the road Ain't no tellin' if you know, ain't no Bailin' if you bop And we don't trust cop, we know you feelin' niggas op Recommended for the drop, I'ma send it if you shop Tell her, better call me KING, I get offended when I'm not, Catch me spinnin' in the drop, I been winnin' since the block I'ma get it till I'm stopped, bitch, I'm in linen to the socks I'ma business getting stock, all my women like to shop And we don't spin blocks, we stop Ops and get a mopped, my niggas Did this shit for the cause, all for one, nigga, me and my dawgs Long as we got each other, fuck that, we gon' ball together Tell him, fuck'em, we ball, tell him, fuck'em, we ball Tell him fuck'em, we ball, tell him, fuck'em, we ball Tell him, fuck'em, we ball, yeah Spend five racks up on myself, ain't like a day or sumthin So the bitch gon' Wax me off just like I'm Daniel Son Crashin' in a day or two, might take you a month or Sumthin You might have to pay a few, but I'ma smoke a blunt or Sumthin Nigga, I ain't ran for nothin', feet planted' shit forever Man, we did this shit together, got this shit forever I might fuck it up on extra, then go double up on pressure I swear we livin' life, but I swear it feel so special Shit crazy, count money on the daily And lately it's too late for love, but love it if you pay me Might can't find a lady, but ladies really love the life And when these blunts and bottles right I bet that she gon' fuck tonight Pull up in that truck tonight, leave in the Uber Might just fuck it up tonight and spend it on my shooters Oh, yeah, fuckin' right, ice from out the cooler Got a bitch who like Medusa, so I put her on the ruler Shit that you ain't used to, fire a bitch, I'm propane King Tone the whole thing, I'm serious like the dope game Weed, pills, or cocaine, whatever that score man Get it if you need, bitch, I came from out the door swang
Writer(s): Antonio Freeman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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