Lyrics:
the plug was from 60s (neighborhood)
Bubbled out the Bentley (skrrt)
Suckers tried convince me (uh)
Gun powder inside my whiskey
Blowin' sour, vibin'
Uh
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no
'bout my papes baked potato on that Draco
New bandana on my face ain't no stains up on
My drapes,
gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 1]:
It's risky,
in love with the powder
I ain't kidding y'all, I've seen fentanyl
Sneak in the deep and then sneak in and end it all
I learned early that that's
Face to face but you're talking long distance
Can't stand up but you still try to dance
Qualude shuffle, up to my table
Two steps back, one step
the boss pays you for nothing but to just blend in
They sold me powder and they said I'd be fine
But I turned into a pillar of mud and wine
Push me away
dumb
Knocks tryin play me, no dreads but this drum
Make his head go dumb
Powder real boy, make your face go numb
You know the deal Mein I'm all about
The hate is growing
In those eyes
I feel hypnosis
She pretty like a Lotus Flower
Hocus pocus powers
Snorting powder
Take a shower
Make it last a couple hours
Looking pretty tranquillised
Visions of a supernova
With her pupils supersized
The drinking turns to prinking and the music changes course
The powder’s
the 'G' skate
Moving up the ladder off Betty powder and cheap sage
Talking about a leader I breed em, now get the proceeds
Walk inside the city it's gritty
locked the cell
You never got the cell powder
Smell and gun powder smell
Plus you're washed up, it's a clean body
Shower gel i could smell you ain't got
change my mind I don't want his plate I might bite his face
Like a cake fuck a license plate I'll pull up riding a slay I change my mind
I'm not allowed
Face and it aint for safety
Bipolar ADHD, sniffing on super Powder from the 80s
No more waking up to morning Amphetamines
Or other prescriptions that
fucks 'bout it
I fuck her face and don't give no fucks 'bout her
Bitch, I pop Percs I don't fuck with the powder
Niggas gon' turn on you when it get sour
with Dolly, he know I'ma down em
Got OTs on the south, playin' with
Powder
He thought he was safe as a bitch till I found him I'm throwin' that drac
she would have to face
She didn't have no time to waste, she had a man to raise
No man to chase, sick of living in this blasted place
No time to sit
today
Could've made you anticipate such an ass-whippin', okay
'Til the anger dissipates
You get punched in the face, reciprocate, come on (woo)
So
on daddy, while I powder my nose""
I sat back down with a smiling face,
While she went down to the powder place
With my greenback, greenback dollar bill
Just
fly into sea
New Eliminators of atlantis - B.C.
Smoking powders, robots mercies, aliens, and jets
The challenger erects, hes screaming "" Faces all
ain't no duck room (shh)
Shot him in his face, now his ass in the up room (beep, beep, beep)
No, I ain't do it, but for bro, got the bail
Heard he
Uh
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no, 'bout my papes
Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face
Ain't no stains up on my drapes,
gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 1]:
It's risky,
we baking
I fell in love with the faces
Quarterback Migos, Troy Aikman
Screaming out mama we made it
Young nigga came from the bottom
Young nigga go
I warn you shit face!
I pick who I'm gonna bury next
Say your prayers fast,
'cause you're about to feel my arm in
Freedom of speech, watch
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