Lyrics:
龙的传人,要干,干大的!
Zero to hero, they see me smoking illegal
I can see so many people, I'm flyin' high like an eagle
40's been smoking some kilos, I go
that shit just get confusing
My friends all want to buy some 40's keep em fucking boozing
But fuck that shit it's dope for me
I make those clouds keep
I wanna pull triggers
Bitch I get a jigga
My 40’s will split ya f**k ni**as
Ya bitch suck my d**k like a swisher
If I cannot kill you I cut off your
the rip
I get all these bands, that's a stack
40's in this bitch, that's a rack
40's in this mosh, and it's packed
Extended clip, and i don't lag
I fucked
yeah, yeah
Cash me the check and it's lit
Audemar back on my wrist, yeah
Please hold me down when I slip
Cuz’ I got 8’s and I got 40’s for the low, yeah
niggas in the 40s
Lil bitch no you dont fuckin know me
Grew on the block where niggas totin 40s
Cafe Cafe...
not feeling lonely
Texting me to come thru, says I really care about you
But right now I'm kickin' it with the homies
Lighting up a blunt sipping 40's
Yeah
I'm gon' make it worth your time
Trust me
Yeah, hah, okay
Pulled up with my shorty
Laxed out, sippin' 40's
It's just her and I
And Mary, Lucy,
sipping on 40's
Oh she heard I was lil demon shame then she prolly met the old me
I ain't never met a bitch that was fake changed her ways for me
I ain't
I almost got caught, but I did not
I got two 40’s for the big shot
Look me in my eyes, I don’t fear not
Rest In Peace to my big guy
Almost got caught,
(Oh whoa was she a looker)
Carolina please have mercy
My rookies, they're so thirsty
It's midnight on a Thursday
Drinking 40s by the 40s
Carolina
40's
Once you've reached that point of over the hill
Are you making friends
Or padding out the numbers at your funeral?
At this stage mine's going
ever no we don't play with ur games
We came from the top, never from the bottom
Waiting to drop, but nothing to stop us
We tote the 40s out the locker
like he off two 40's
Im in this bitch dummin and its hella early
Getting to this money and it hella early
Cant stand when a nigga acting like he know me
catch a vibe we don’t fuck with police (fuck with police)
I think I need you by my side till I’m in my 40s
Lately not been sleeping right
You can see it
on corners
White men think they own ya'
Would ya' load up
Or would ya' choke up
Or shall we pour up
A couple 40s for the shorties
Who never made it to see 25
to my 40s
No I won't no I won't
I won't make it to my 40s
I'm gon die inside
A car
Or drugs
That dose me to the floor
And though I've been told
you got lean but it’s always fuck a bean
Selling cans in my coup
20’s in the loop,
Flip em now they 40’s to the droop
Get out coup
Where the fuck my
This is the last gasp of a punk house
40's smashed on the street as we ran out
This is the last gasp of a punk house
About the stains in the carpet
talk
20's wanna talk, 40's wanna talk
Bitches on my side when I sleep walk
No one ever saw this coming from me
My name Mufasa nice to meet
Took my pen,
Yay yay yay yay yay
Blocc nigga rap for them 40’s clock
Skrrt skrrt whaaaaa
Ain’t gone ride for them hater call it 31
Me and niggas in the field we
Full 40's in my four door
I don't wanna sleep
I don't wanna sleep
Only doze three hours
No I never been this deep
Never been this deep
I don't wanna
the light
Now heres what you gotta do
Get in ya left lane and make a muthaphukkin U
Lets get at least 10 40's and at least 10 22's
That should be enough for
She dont fuck with me no more
Im still on her mind tho
Buy bud so we vibe hoe
Catch a case DUI hoe
Sippin 40s kicking shortie out the crib tho
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