Froze
Knucky Bambino
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Knucky A nigga need more energy in this bitch... That nigga Cooked By Con wild Niggas peep the come up But the stupid if they run up Ain't hesitating confrontation, nigga I'm just saying These hands will drop that pussy nigga where he stand But them games, I ain't even really into playing I'm a grown ass man better stay off in ya lane tho When I'm smoking while I'm choking, got me swerving scratching paint tho We smoking weed in traffic, homey watch out for the Jakes Cuz theres gas in our lungs, but no petrol in this tank nigga My shit clean tho, watch how you lean ho East coast nigga with that West side scheme tho No Chuck T's or the slim fit jeans bro Still no du-rag or constructs on my feet Graphic tee, some joggers, and some fresh ball sneaks Pull up to the park and niggas shooting up teams Swish Pull up with two homies, ran the court, big 3 Cuz we treat the playground like a streetball league But if he in his feelings then he swallowing his teeth And if you got heart nigga step up to this key Let's Go Fully break him down from his ankles to his knees When they notice that he buckle then everybody gon' scream Used to play they block like I was tall as Kareem Before I hit the trap and youngin' peepin' the scene Beat him with that hook if he come short with the C.R.E.A.M. Cuz... Cash Rules Everything Around Me Dig Me? Come between the bag, catch a wiggy, Kennedy I ain't even really on that tough shit. F*ck this I'm a dad 1st, but the street nigga 2nd I'd rather throw these hands before I pull out this weapon Get it from the muscle, niggas knuckle for respect fam If its all love its the first to catch the three hands Hop up out it, snapping and shooting, Yosemite Sam I think by not they getting the message; Don't f*ck with the fam Never get it twisted. None of us is bitching Screaming "Gang Gang" knocking jelly out your biscuit Grew up on them corners where they trapping and they mix it Way that Con cook then get the f*ck up out the kitchen Kohn and Oak held it down had them niggas bitching 600 Gang, say my name then we blitz in Hot T.H.O.T, pop the twat, like a dirty biscuit Beat drop, pop lock, bitches on your dick dick Word on the curb, I'm a dog still sniffing Cuz caught a clip in the field and we miss him R.I.P. tees, twist the trees, pour the liquor F*ck do you mean? I can't wait to see my nigga So It's, Left wrist (Left wrist) Right wrist (Right wrist) Neck drip (neck drip) Froze Left wrist (Left wrist) Right wrist (Right wrist) Neck drip (Neck drip) Froze Left wrist (Left wrist) Right wrist (Right wrist) Neck drip (Neck drip) Cold Left wrist (Left wrist) Right wrist (Right wrist) Neck drip (Neck drip) That part always make me bop That shit hit different right there All right, let me here that one more time...
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