BlueSkies&AutomaticWeapons

Rolling down the block, rolling up a blunt Hand up on my firearm, 'cause you never know It's 1991, two 12's up in the truck We ride and see the tire marks swerving while we're pouring up They love when I hit the switch and get it jumping Palm trees swinging while we're watching the sunset Why you looking from afar? Baby girl, stop fronting Come kick it with the Macs, sit back, and smoke something Sipping, pouring, tanqueray toasting Take me back to the nights that I focused On the hustle, the grind, it don't stop 10 mil in my face, still I never wear pop Get dropped talking down on the SESH boys, you're done, bitch Body in the river, water filling your lungs quick Goodnight and good luck to you and yours Hundred spokes poking out, rolling up, blowing doja Rolling down the block (rolling down the block), rolling up a blunt (rolling up a blunt) Hand up on my firearm, 'cause you never know It's 1991 ('91), two 12's up in the truck (in the truck) We ride and see the tire marks swerving while we're pouring up Wait, blue skies and automatic weapons Who am I but a dead man rapping? Straight jacket on the flows I step with The flow get to shaking as soon as I step in They know who it is, and they know who it's not Ain't no sucker better recognize, give me my props Don't need no yacht or watches full of rocks Just need my cup to be filled to the top (Rolling down the block, rolling up a blunt) (Hand up on my firearm, 'cause you never know)