Lyrics:
serving that dope ran out of gas I lost hope
Devil talk say he'll sign me man he needed my soul
Had to take a lotta losses hold it in I cant fold
I done
Whole-Lotta-Pot
See that pussy boy
We gon' roll him like a autobot
I wrote this verse while my
Twink gave me sloppy top
Catch me at ya local college
Campus or ya
corner till Im makin a mill plus
Boy comin through and Im sicka bein in a bus
Fuckin with that bird, and we gettem for a gallon
And that man pulled and we
that rocks me, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, mama a trooper, she always beside me
Yeah, yeah, always see shooters and dope boys beside me
Yeah, yeah, so you
The hulk of a man with a beer in his hand he looked like a drunk old fool
And I knew if I hit him right why I could knock him off of that stool
But
the day comes and that shit is done
That little girl can look God in the face
A little bit of spice
A lotta sunshine
Grandmama's kiss
Grand Daddy's wine
to be found upstream
Craig hit right at the light
Only to realize that
It's to much traffic in life
There’s to much traffic in life
Some times I really
see me in the streets man do not say oh wayne
say WEEZY BABY
holla atcha boys man
im still doin it wit my boy FEE
u gotta feel me man
thats the boy
did that whoopdy whoop to little what his name
Couple plays, we finesse
Lotta times worked the other one
Scrap for it go blow it
Got my eyes
Clips gonna hit the output
This mix been pushed to limits
Different levels
We're living on
You're slow and I'm sipping strong
Morgan free'ed the man
Coke
Got me feeling like I'm where I'm pose to be
Ah can you play ah little Luke Combs
And ah country shuffle to some Morgan Wallen
Lets turn it up
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
All right, let's start with the most basic
Question there is: Are
You a religious man? Do you believe in God?
Well, that'll do for openers i
Think I
about typing or doing no diss (no, I don't)
Don't be fooled by the shit they do in their vid's
Harvey Nicks, I'm doing a quid
Probably wear that shit
my nggaz
And if you ain't sqad then you not my nigga
Haha thats how that shit gon man
- this ya boy weezy baby
When you see me in tha streets
Man do
And came back with a little bit more
All right, this features Joe DeLorenza
His wife is tired, she wants to sleep
But all that Morgan Davis wants is Cream
the ash tray, out the ash tray
Everybody know that boy, he got a lotta cash play
I am the Young Sinatra, do it my way
I'm doin' 180 on the highway
I got
blazin'
Action is in effect, and always stays in
Yeah, just like a shot from a cannon
I am the man in charge and I've been plannin'
A jam strong enough that
splashed
In jams, I mash like Alan Alda niggas nod
Thangs say "Hey" as if I was Little Walter
'87 strip walker, taught the code of the area
By stayin',
chatting to Osama
Skepta the K I N G
Man start panicking when I MC
Yeah, J-A rules, but it’s Boy Better Know
It’s not Murder IN-C
Yo, they’re some hating
authority just know that God said it
The laws i abide by could get me beheaded
The things that happen in our life is because we let it
I found way clean outta
boy
This ain't no play, boy
Bitches Cap, I'ma call em bluff
Butch get slick, and I'm lining it up
Lotta racks in my pants, I fuck shit up
Bitch Get
bring back my man Craig Mack
Aye yo you must wanna be in the Guinness Book of World Records
As the dumbest motherfucker alive figure you gon'
of that candy
They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it
They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin' his grind on
Phantom, Bentley,
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