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Felony warrant in five states Young nigga boostin' the crime rate So much distractions on my plate Selling the white in the hallway Selling the white out in broad day Selling dope Friday to Friday Long as there's fiends you gon' get it, my nigga Yeah, that's word to Stevie Selling that shit that they pull out the TV Give me a ring if you need me Most of these bitches be needy Most of these niggas be greedy Most of these bitches be greedy Said I ain't fuckin' with nothin' Then poured a deuce so it's frontin' Heated the house with the oven My nigga, we came up from nothin' I sold dat crack wit my cousin I sold dat brack wit my buzin Young niggas right out the jungle I sold that dope to my uncle Gotta keep shit in the family Shit don't be quite what it seem I get my lean from the fiends 40 a line, what you mean I'm getting dome in the V Drivin' real slow in the V Fuck on a bitch I don't know Roll up and po' up a 4 Roll up and po' up some mo' All of my niggas they go All of my niggas they mine All of my niggas they ride All of my niggas they broke Trap in designer I sold that crack in Belenci I hid the trigger right by the engine I??? Not into seconds I been sippin' drank for a long time It's a Codeine Gangtsa Party Throw them Styrofoam cups for me one time I ain't tryna not to hurt nobody Peace to my brother I love you a lot more than little We get a pint, split it right down the middle I treat my bruh like they family Most of my dogs in the Feds I be so throwed off the Red I be so throwed gettin' head I be so thought watchu said I went to war with three niggas Shots 'front the store with three niggas I was just thinking about murder I gotta po' up a fo' Run into the drink and I tweaked Popped me a pill and I'm geeked Trappin' I'm increasing my sneaks Been in the trap for some weeks Jumped out the whip with the Glock I fell in love with the wop Dome gettin' bitch in the drop Don't give your bitches a pop I'm sippin' she givin' me top Bullets fly niggas get shot I get it straight off the block Sell a hoe eat off the top Niggas they frontin', they all the time Like get up and go I get the bread on the road Link with the bros on the 8 I get the dough out of state I sip that po' out of state I sip that po' on this grave I might just po' up and faint I been sippin' drank for a long time It's a Codeine Gangtsa Party Throw them Styrofoam cups for me one time I ain't tryna not to hurt nobody
Writer(s): Ever Ronquillo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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