Paroles
Hanging out da roof, we be
Lately I been flyer then a pelican it's evidence
This double cup is mix and lace wit medicine
I'm savage
You could never play me like a bitch
Put the flame to da gas keep it Lit
Hit his block wit da stick
You can feel drop when it kick
Wit da Chop Took his top off his shit
Need a mop in dis bitch
Wait
I got pine in da wood you can can you smell it like da rock in dis bitch
Hunned shots in dis clip
Sloss city dog
Make a call
My familia strap for da trip
Stale face blue strips yeah
7 and 11 gassed up full tank
Hollering who dat like a saint
I been tweaking off a plank yea
Bama raised a thug
But my second home is cali
Im connected to da plug
They gone show ah nigga love yea
Sloss slummin sol
Imma dog Press pause on ya life
Wit a slug
Snuck da yikki in da club yea
Yeen got da juice like dis
Yo round hunned proof like dis
Stick and move like dis wait
Hang out da roof wit ya bitch
Got da stock for the tool wit
Da kit
Cup dirty like Diana sippen
I was pheneing for a fix
Slime drippen off da brim lean spillen on da kicks
New drip
They can't even keep me in da pot
To dope
Bitch I'm thuggin till rot yea
Out of control do dis for all of my woes
This ain't as high as we go
Stick to da code
If you switch you a hoe
Make us fill up and go
Fill up and
2 L's out da O
Got me laughing out loud
Biih dats all to da face and i ain't pass nun round
You was strap he snatched ya chain and yeen blast no rounds
Nigga try dat shit wit me bitch um tear some down
And imma keep my mouth sealed like how we bagged dem pounds
Bitch l we gone slide on yo ass yeen gotta flag us down on
Nigga please make you freeze playing tagg wit dem rounds
I'm so high bitch I'm so up
It ain't no dragging me down
Kop a ticket wrap and flip it
Keep it solid I ain't snitching
I be full of purp liquor
Still don't cloud a nigga vision
Got anthrax inna back pack
Bout to flip dat to bout 6 racks
Had a flash back bout a back track
I den been there like fuck dat
Where da weed at where my cup at
Nigga we be where da drugs at
Keep solid for niggas Blood we all dat we got
We tryna kop a foreign hunk da horn and pull off da lot
Still in traffic wit a bundle of dem strips in a knot
Yeen got da juice like dis
Yo round hunned proof like dis
Stick and move like dis
Hang out da roof wit ya bitch
Got da stock for the tool wit
Da kit
Cup dirty like Diana sippen
I was phening for a fix
Slime drippen off da brim lean spillen on da kicks
New drip
They can't even keep me in da pot
To dope
Bitch I'm thiggin till rot yea
Out of control do dis for all of my woes
This ain't as high as we go
Stick to da code
If you switch you a hoe
Make us fill up and go
Fill up and
Writer(s): Sol Lacore
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