Lyrics:
and you niggas follow (woo)
She say I'm ignant, my engine too loud (shoom)
That's not my engine, I smoke by the pound (smoke by the pound)
He saw my
engine scream
Green light, white smoke, and blue fire
Another lap in the moonlit hills
Said I'd win, don't make me a liar
Flashing colors streaking by
Shit God damn
I went driving by my ops block because I was reminiscing
So I slid to the graveyard gave my respects and then I'm dipping
To the ocean
Blue Hunnids
Yeezy Boots I’m not running
Brand new Foreign
My engine running
Trap gone beat Sunday thru Monday
Yeah we known for getting money
Chosen
different dimensions
I got a cali connection
Car got twelve pistons in my engine
Like blue clues I leave them guessing
Pull up with glock extension
New car
then scat
Movin on up to the top of the map
'cause gangstas'll be here 'til the Curl come back
This is our world - land of the gangsta macks
Patrolled by
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
Feeling fine
Let the blue bells ring
And the spring come running in your wondering mind
Into a tunnel's black hole we slowly go
Engines red fire in
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
shoot
I'm manifesting for a better change
Fuck it
I might hit the gas revv engine I might blow the brain
I been smoking on hella woods I heard that smoke
real nigga fall dead
Dread, jheri curl, process, or bald head
Be prepared for the smoke to bust
What niggas need to do is start locin' up
United we
third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells
Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel
the mag tucked[01:13.95]But I gotta get away from these fuck niggas, cause I know that they bad luck[01:16.80]Bossy ass nigga, you can tell by how I switch
I know you heard stories bout BC
I saw you was going out peeped yo IG well, I crash the party
13 minutes on the GPS I’m starting the engine
Quiet
this engine down
This train keeps rollin' along
From here to the great beyond
Black smoke and pistons churn
Steel rails and big wheels turn
This
B-I-G up on the east shore
West coast lore
Curls and the glasses you know who to look for
Ludacris, I'm looting this and back down by my new axes
I pop
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
demon
Tell you once too much pride to be pleasing
Exhale troubles the blessings I breathe in
Blonde by the braids imma dip 'em in blue wet 'em up like
a supernatural force
Smell the smoke from the stake
Still I’m falling for the curse
I just wanna bring her close
If I call you 13 times, by a candlelit mirror
the smoke from the stake
Still I'm falling for the curse
I just wanna bring her close
If I call you 13 times, by a candlelit mirror
Will you come to me?
Will
the smoke from the stake
Still I'm falling for the curse
I just wanna bring her close
If I call you 13 times, by a candlelit mirror
Will you come to me?
Will
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