Whole Lotta

Smoking blunts, getting geeked, blazing in my city streets Hit Atlantis grab freak, smoke a zip and bout a week Stomach talking, time to eat, Wings Plus ten piece Can't get full off swishers, sweets, grind and get a Mill like Meek I heard a bleep, I gotta go, people at the corner store Make the bread, grind it slow, post up on the corner? No Not my style, I get it in, keep it hood like Bob and Ben Can I get a blunt for ten? Here's a G, you owe me ten Just count the cash and make a play, quarterback that Mary J Fifty cents, you want a eighth, I woke up high from yesterday What niggas say when they hit my phone? Fuck a quack, I need a zone Kush nuggets'll have them blown, call me back when it's all gone Fuck a song cuz this for real, elbows gonna be vacuum sealed Mix it up with drink and pills, and I'm good at making deals Went to school to work a scale, destroyed a few of your brain cells Went from Knicks to moving bales, it ain't hard to make a sale Once again we rolling up, loud pack, diesel truck Hunting season, chasing bucks, a whole lot, it ain't enough I need some more, we sending off. It ain't Thrax if you don't cough Hole four like playing golf, took a loss and paid the cost Boss life bounce back, money boys, count stacks Old boy hit me up, asking for a ounce sack I got you, I need me, adding hundreds, bring three If he try some funny shit, hollows knock him off his feet I'm just here to get cake, learning from a mistake The plug motherfucker call me Simpson from Halfbaked Whole things to point fives, what you need, we supply Smoking for lil Fred now, his cause of death, homicide Fab album, Real Talk, rillo papers, peeled off Plenty Green, my cousin Gene, still gangsta, can't walk I ain't lying, stay true, the government gonna hate you But they can't tax a nigga when you balling off the grapefruit I'm the whole lot of bricks, I'm the whole lot of bricks I'm the whole lot of bricks I'm the whole lot of bricks