Lyrics:
from Slim and B
10 a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my
Smoking on some weed
Sipping on fouty oz’s
I’m out here doing me
Nine hundred thirty three
You know is identity
I'm living I'm living my life
Many say ain't
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
you listen my description my vivid like portrait pictures when it's took wit a apple phone
By myself yea I stand alone and just by myself imma stand til
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
on changing on me, I just keep it one hundred and I tell em keep the change, keep the change. People keep on changing on me, it's to the point where I don't
stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars
doesnt move
Im gonnna bust it loose im gonna let em know
You gotta move or get
Swallowed by the undertow!
Ive got a new point of view that 100 proof
Ive
a ki, real OG's, 36 oz's formed the halves
Goin' for 2 G's
UPT connect, bout stackin', leave ya wet
Niggas who disrespect, my chopper put in check
Big
I'm sittin' at the table countin' my money
Ain't where I wanna be but I got a few hundreds
A lot of talk on the streets like a nigga crossin' me
and it will be recorded in the portrait of death...
you see what i see
by one hundred and ninety-three heads
that rot in their castle
built with the bones
me low key
Got this wok hard in my body sipping codeine
You in the nosebleeds, I'm in front row seats
Yeah we move it by the kilo by the OZ
Yeah I'm
I want it all
Walked down my road like The Wizard of Oz
I took me some Ls, you can't win 'em all
And I knew I wouldn't fail, I knew I wouldn't fall
rabbits
It's Habit to grab it and go
Moneys bilingual
You know the lingo
I'm counting hundreds like Singles
Twenty's by fives double up Fifty's
And keep
cigarette up, while I cook an omelet
You can add the extra avocado, 'cause this food is stamped by the government
'Bout to pass the drug test, a hundred
at the playground you couldn't show fear
Blue hundreds and pink fifties thats my type of clientele
Bowz come in vacuum sealed locking up the smell
Sixteen oz of gas
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
By nature we get naughty
Want 100% of your twelve play
Confessions, you're gettin' in my way
Can you stand the rain like Bobby
Who gon' keep
intake us, sinners
Turn ya hopeless into magenta, quick essential inventor
Please, we seizin' bees, VL's and GD's
Got OG's, OZ's, keys for these
when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are the last days
And 100-foot waves come crashing down
I get
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq]
What, Yo-yo-yo-yo
I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
by makin' a 100 every summer
Pullin' up in the hummer can make a nigga so sick
How we constantly come up with hits and steady be gettin' fans
Is
the Stoney Point Crew, see
Dizzy got that OG
Demrick got the best shit by the Oz
Mary Jane with me, I’ma never fear lonely
Hoppa bring the hook back homie yeah
daily I be getting high
Momma I swear you could tell just by my eyes
Smoking daily that's why I be steady floating
Baking rolling oz's and I be steady
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