Blunt To My Lip (feat. Fat Nick)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Pull up to your mammy house I put yo family straight to sleep Riding with the duster by my side I'm about to sweep the streets Tell them hoes I stole this murder? when I hit they fuckin' town Tato tip all on that bitch so they don't make no sound It's the grey five nine, step inside the columbine Where you witness your demise And this throne will still be mine Grey Gorilla Mac nine, make your heart flat line Speaking bout my fucking clique Buckle up and throw down Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Oh shit, here we go These percs and xans, I'm feelin' low We skrrt the porsche, the engine blow I been too rich, now watch me glow Draco twitch now, watch me empty out a clip Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I'll hit yo shit VVS my neck, jeweled out too, my wrist Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid Smoke is in a brick I got too much on me, that's why your bitch, she want me Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the police cause they always tryna catch me mane A two to 11 in progress, I'm 'bout to rob this sucka out his shit Tie him up and tape his mouth, tell this bitch don't make no sound Throw that busta in the trunk, 'bout to take him hellbound Out the grave, you can't kill what's dead I like my room bloody red My souvenir, this sucka head And in the water is where he dread Tearin' up the hot lead I like the shotty cus its' spread Fuckin' with the killa, promise by the end You'll be dead Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips