Lyrics:
(I'm headed back)
Cause the laws just hemmed me up and I need me another sac (4Real)
I ain't even get to roll nothin out of the last bag (That's fucked
clothes when
I'm passing 'em by
Don't trip, your bitch wanna roll with
A pimp, I'm so fly, she say my
My Chevy on 4's man
I'm clocking these hoes man
I got
store
Got the shells by the trunk, gotta keep it on the low
Put 40 on your head
Fuck around, you won't say shit
Talkin' 'bout a BBL, bitch I'll give you
killed at
We gettin' money, they mad cause we still rap
His homie, Had died, mishap
Put niggas in trunks, kidnap
Don't even try, make some shit and it
show
Yo, I hit a right, dey hit a right
I hit da gas and leave dey ass bout 4 or 5 lights
Gettin followed by dese bougie broads, because dey like da car
Wherever the fuck we are today on tour
I've, uh, I've already rolled about four blunts
It's 3:38 PM
I'm going off, here we go
What up, what's good? I'm
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
been doin' that border, but that nigga would drown
My block been infiltrated by uh whole lot of fake ass niggas
Scared ass niggas, won't even bust uh
blocked me
Poppin' trunk, droppin' top as I beat the bass
If you don't know what KRIT mean by now then bitch you super late
Po' another fo' up
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
a bar, this is hey, hey
Back up in the trunk with tha AK
Each line pack a Fabolous punch, no diss to Ray J
Nah, see I don't dab and I don't nae nae
Got
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
Yeah it’s gon’ be about...
Four bars before they gon’ be like, “Okay, they’re getting their footing together”
And then they’re gonna me with the one,
Is A Divine Play, You Are Praised By Nandi
You Stay On The Peak Of The Greatest Mountain Vindhya, You Give Joy To Vishnu, You Are Praised By Indra
O
Hey pass me a beer man
Here you go
Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot
Slagin' that shit about the last 4-5 days man
Wit the same
that trunk
Than in the cemetery and the mortuary
Had a bullethole by the gas tank, put 1500 in the bank
Drig the bitch for 18 but spent 300 last
Jumped from the porch
Hung like a horse, ones with the fours
Drunk in the Porsche, trunk full of corpse
Done with the torch
Run for the four, love for
touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my shit cause I can back it up
Fuck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now
drip)
No you not my wife no you can't handle my (kid kid)
I'm just trying to put in your (rib rib)
Through Cheetah, we in the four door Beem
Not like
the blunts
What's up, Arch?
Pass the Windsor, can a sister so smoke with you?
Let me get that back seat to hear them six by nines
Radio on ten, factory
three, we gone!
I got that federally kamikaze
Armada flow riding
By Somalia raiding Hanks on his cardio
Adios I'm on a roll 6 5 4 on the
Ore and I got
3 beans, and a 4 in a Faygo
Pull on yo critter while you wit her like, Hey hoe
Junk in da trunk like a U-Haul truck
GasGas the right grade to fill
(Taurus)
Yeah, yeah
I had two hunnid for lunch (two hunnid)
Last night I fucked on a cunt (no cap)
Twenty-four shows in a month (a month)
the trunk
every day is Friday the 13th with bad luck
Somehow we made it through, don't know how, somehow we do
without relyin on radio or interviews
Where my
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