Lyrics:
right
Few shots of hard liquor what are we doing tonight
No I don’t do it for the money or the hunnies that ain’t right
I wanna lose control let’s do it
All we do is smoke bitch
Roll 2
Yea I’m smoking
With the top open
Sunroof
Yea I told that bitch
To bust it open
Yea come thru
Yea now we chillin'
feeling guilty
Now it's big bottles gold bottles no jin and juice
Rolling up like 420 in the beamer coupe
Circle small but I'll do my best to keep y'all in
do this
You new to this
Got that loose leaf
It kick like Bruce Lee
Who's he
Rolling that extendo like an Uzi
Hydro that manguzi
Finna hop in her
GET BACK
SHHHH
IT'S PARANOIA
GOT ME BY THE NECK
I'M ABOUT TO CHOKE UP
*COUGH* *COUGH*
HAVIN TROUBLE CATCHIN MY BREATH
SUFFOCATIN FROM THE LIES THAT
make it big one step at a time
I'm'a write rhymes fluid
I don't even think just do it
Set the bar high and i'm through it
Mind stays clear stays lucid
the future like I knew Sara
Theez got the solid drip like it's Nutella
Doing sujeira Niko the truth bearer I'm so hard headed
I'm never wrong I never do errors
Louis on the belt
No I do not need your help
I can do bad by myself
I know that boy gonna tell
All my niggas we goin' to hell
And you know we got them
This really ain't nothing to me, could go hard but I'd rather just do it with ease
I flew to Jamaica just for a tan, to take pics by the pool,
It's like a color that you never thought existed
Blink and you might miss it
Or get dizzy and wake up
Shaken up from a crazy location that you had
you wanna do is call the cops
He started squaring up
I'm reaching down
He think I'm bout to box
Bitch it's Rucci I'm a hero to these hoes
like I'm
where life is taken Me
Do my best to keep my head up
Gotta keep It worry free
Gotta keep the cargo light
Win or lose don't pick a fight
Living underneath
a house
Got done over
By cheeky fuckers
When I switched up
Started causing a ruckus
Switch them up
Cause its only my brothers
Never turn my back
Put that
through the telescope
I can't relate, mindin' my ways
I know that money is time
My niggas suit up like it's prime
Get the bag only, that is the prime
dirty by your lonely
I could do it by myself
I gotta keep one on me
Got the stainless on me
Got the ice it's on me
Got yo bitch she want me
Chain got
'em run, come and bring a lump sum
(Ayo Fox) they don't make us or break us
Word to young guns (put your hands up)
Illest to ever do it (uh-huh),
Hmm, mm-mm
Oh, oh-woah
Need you right here
You know what I like
Girl, let's take it there, oh-whoa
Do it all night
Come and put it on me
I
'head wit' ya lil dick
Wit' ya lil money, lil ice, and ya lil whip
You already know I'm in love with that big shit
But it ain't my fault, the queen never
Smokin big dope
Ya smell me
You hit it you choke
Ya feel me
My niggas no joke
Ya hear me
Fuck around and get smoked
Ya feel me
I hope you do
You
y'all alive
Like a buffet or a feast, that's a four course meal that i'll finish 'fore I leave
Like a fire breathing dragon, I spit it like Komodo
Pick up
really don't me
I'm moving like Edard but think like I'm Tony
My life is a movie production by Sony
But I always been sitting up on that big screen
Gotta
dont grind like this
You hoes is out of line
I aint want to throw them bows out
But nigga its the time
Muscle up harden your senses
No don't whine
No
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
that carry they toast
Make the Post, front page and, center-Stagin'
When it's time to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We rocked out own
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