Lyrics:
bitches
When the light hit the ice, it twankle and glistens
Baby, Brian, B., Bubble, you can call me what you feel
Hoppin' out the platinum Hummer with
load my gun
I gotta grab my sword
And when I die I got some things I wanna ask the Lord
Like, why we dying from AIDS
And why on TV it's aight to be
class, smokin reefer at that homie crib
Ni**as used to flex, we had beef by where the homie live
But we had the heat at the homie crib
One day they tried
on my block, see that's why I keep a glock
And my gurl, she keep tellin me " boy, k-roc you need to stop"
So, I'ma drop off so clean, get some weed
seventeen, hit the halfway house
Get out and get his brains blown out, lookin' to buy some weed
Car wash is played out, new GoFundMe accounts'll proceed
on the trigger
Always ready for some set trippin'
That's why I'm dippin' and dappin', crippin' and dippin' never catch me slippin'
Checkin' out the bitches (what's
mama
I'm trapped out
I been workin' all week
Fuck around and broke my scale
Tryin' to weigh a hundred bees
This the life we live
Trap or die
Feelin'
red and blue lights its five-o
He asked us what we doin out
I said we listenin to my music im bout to put out
He said I know y'all got some weed im
your own alphabet with all them G's
Open up a hundred doors with all them keys
Yeah we live for them coupes but we dyin' by the gun
Missed his court
hoodies young girls develop fully
Run up on you snatch your goodies
When we say run it that's a stick-up nigga
Give it up! We live it up
Fuck with
play that shit, travis?
Me and my friends hang out at my house a lot
Whether we're skateboarding or swimming or
Playin' a game or
Someone cooking some
take a shot at any one of y'all
Got mami droppin' draws before the first phone call
We some gangstas study the ten crack commandments
Stay big worship
We burnin' rubber, runnin' lights, we don't give a fuck
We on that laffy taffy, y'all niggas be smokin', babby
We custom fitted from our sneakers
laugh at fire nigga we smokers
Sittin on the sofa
Puffin the hash nigga we focused
Why lie I die where the coke is
Can I live?
Hell yeah but you
at fire, nigga, we smokers
Sittin' on the sofa, puffin' the hash, nigga, we focused
Why lie? I die where the coke is
Can I live? Hell, yeah but you still
gotta keep that pole, just in case you gotta let some go
Bring 'em hellcats out yeah, we gon' ride or die
I'm ready to knock a nigga out like Pacquiao
the type of ice make ya brawd go crazy
Go crazy
These the type of nights that make the city go crazy
Go crazy
Me you and Hennessy tonight we about to go
some more to say to y'all
Chorus 2X:
All we know is drink, weed and screwin O's
Gettin dough, spittin flows and yo doin shows
Keepin Crys, some
Patiently watchin waitin for a come up
Get your spot took, we rob land like white man
Plans to overthrow your whole shit by shaking your hand
dinger or rinse that spinner
This life that we live
Couldn't get more peak
Free up the Gs, no love for police
Jump out the Jeep, lean and beat, skeet
Holdin' motherfuckers for ransom
Thinkin' they handsome
Stick they family for all they own and some
My life is based on tantrum
Is that why yo ass be
Weed em out
Weed em out
You ain't real if you needed help
Leave it out
Leave it out
Got some strange thoughts I can live without
Got a lot of love I
Live from the north and a lot changed
Shit is more strange
Days that we all prayed for
Shit has all changed
Get played like a console
Shit is no game
fill some Jims up inside it, that's how we ridin like
Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror
Wiped down, you can see a little clearer
I leave that
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