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I'm leanin', so you need to be leanin' Yeah We all drank, nigga Smoke one, big toast, nigga, big smoke, fuck an opp, killer (COUPE) Uh, uh, okay, uh Smokin' grabba, no leaf (yeah) And my gas not cheap (uh-uh) Ridin' with a lil' freak (yes, sir) She wan' suck me to sleep (ooh-wee) While I beat to the beat (uh-huh) Know I'm ridin' and I'm higher than a motherfucker Know I'm sippin' on drank now (yeah) And I poured me a whole damn deuce out the motherfuckin' pint (pint) And my pockets crispy, blue cheese, got this shit out the bank (the bank) All this money on me make a bitch ass wanna faint (woo) She gon' put me on a lick 'cause she know I'm that nigga (yeah) I'll put this pistol on 'em, make 'em strip somethin' Back in the day, that was the way that I made somethin' (yeah) If they pay me money, I might blaze somethin', okay Roll up a Swisher, R.I.P. my nigga (R.I.P. my nigga) Gotta pour one out for all my niggas, R.I.P. my nigga Tombo, that's my nigga, Dez, Lil Terry, that's my nigga Stacks-O, Chicken, man, R.I.P. my nigga, all my fuckin' killers Free my nigga (yeah), free Turk, he's a real nigga (yeah) Peaced up with a real nigga (yeah), yo kept it real, nigga (uh-huh) Slime (uh, uh) Okay (uh) Smokin' grabba, no leaf (yeah) And my gas not cheap (uh-uh) Ridin' with a lil' freak (yes, sir) She wan' suck me to sleep (ooh-wee) While I beat to the beat (uh-huh) Know I'm ridin' and I'm higher than a motherfucker Know I'm sippin' on drank now (yeah) And I poured me a whole damn deuce out the motherfuckin' pint (pint) And my pockets crispy, blue cheese, got this shit out the bank (the bank) All this money on me make a bitch ass wanna faint (woo) I'm No Limit 'cause I'm doin' what a nigga can't Swervo spent a whole ticket just on sippin' drank (I did) Ever smelt a real brick? Boy, them bitches stink Rolls truck, Lam' truck make them bitches faint (skrrt) I miss bein' in the street 'cause rap a dirty game ('cause rap a dirty game) Want wars, we was clappin', I got sturdy aim Foenem act like hurricanes, they got dirty names We was blowin' 32s 'til them 30s came (30s came) Focused on a hundred mil', tryna change lanes I run through a hundred bills tryna maintain (just tryna maintain) In the booth and doin' drills feel like the same thing (same thing) I couldn't see that rainbow until the rain came (rain came), ayy, slime Yeah, uh (okay), uh Smokin' grabba, no leaf (yeah) And my gas not cheap (uh-uh) Ridin' with a lil' freak (yes, sir) She wan' suck me to sleep (ooh-wee) While I beat to the beat (uh-huh) Know I'm ridin' and I'm higher than a motherfucker Know I'm sippin' on drank now (yeah) And I poured me a whole damn deuce out the motherfuckin' pint (pint) And my pockets crispy, blue cheese, got this shit out the bank (the bank) All this money on me make a bitch ass wanna faint (woo) Okay, make a bitch beg, nigga, please Make this bitch beg for the cheese Make that bitch beg for the blunt Bitch wanna hit nigga weed Know I'm a dog, you know I got fleas I stay in the jungle, hangin' in the trees The stick that I hold, it knock down leaves I'm on the Xan' like Tarzan, bitch Move through the bars when I'm in the 6 (yeah) Nigga tryna get me locked in this bitch Move like a gangster, you ain't stoppin' this shit Move like a wanksta, you pussy You ain't no gangster, you pussy You and your homies, they pussy You got your chain took, you pussy None of my niggas ain't pussy I can't even hang with no pussy I just like fuckin' on pussy I got a Glock for you, pussy Make a nigga red as period, pussy Make a bitch set you up, call that Siri, pussy In the club, know we serious-lookin' Like I'm the shit Catch him out, fuck nigga murked Red light, nigga, dirt Shump, nigga, do the worst Pull up hoppin' out a vert Used to bustin' niggas and skeet-skrrt All-black t-shirt, that how we work All that we work, that ain't work Send one man, he do the worst (Yeah) And all my niggas some killers, berserk We do shit big people ain't heard of Know we like sex, money, murder Thuggin' 'til them folks won't let up Throw my shit up, I won't let up Tell my opps I got 'em wet up I be gettin' niggas poppin' right now, I ain't stuntin' no next up Get some money, go get ketchup Stuck on mustard, need to hustle I got blue cheese, I got salad And I got karats, they can't have it Pop my shit, now what's up, doc? Daffy don't hang on my block Servin', trappin' on my block One-stop shop, come buy a block (You crazy, boy)
Writer(s): Quantavious Thomas, Herbert Randall Wright, Edwin Maclin Cooper Iii, Jakhari Fears, Charles Ocansey Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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