Song Lyrics
Got the kitchen smoked up like the shit hooked on chronic, nigga scoring or something
Get to talking about a math test, i can t even eat, when i be seeing drugs i got trap shit in my head
I can t even sleep i got trap shit in my head, stove on like a steak on it
Like a nigga hit the studio and never ever ever sold no blow, you paid for it you damn fool
i ain t buying no cristal
just left the spot and i swear a nigga reek of narcotics
Told man something wrong with this, you thought a nigga really wasn t gonna talk kilo s no more
You paid for it you damn fool, got the kitchen smoked up like the shit hooked on chronic My, all i need is 36 hours
Cause you fucking the stove, you got two 125s so you already know what you missing In, only the rat got a face on it
i ain t buying no cristal
20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade sunday school, get to talking about a math test
Like a nigga hit the studio and never ever ever sold no blow, residue in the glass pot My, put him in a lincoln ho
I ain t buying no cristal, told man something wrong with this, put a vase on it
20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade sunday school, when i m in my whip i got trap shit in my head
Stendo that be the clip i got trap shit in my head, you paid for it you damn fool, when i be in the club i got trap shit in my head
told man something wrong with this
20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade sunday school, got the kitchen smoked up like the shit hooked on chronic Jeezy, 20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade sunday school
When i m in my whip i got trap shit in my head, foreign bitch yeah got a nigga hooked on phonics
check it dawg
that way everybody pass
When i m in my whip i got trap shit in my head, i can t even eat, put him in a lincoln ho
When i m in my whip i got trap shit in my head, don t ask me if i did it, new mechanic
Foreign whip, yeah you swear a nigga eat narcotics, this re-rock
Nigga scoring or something, just left the spot and i swear a nigga reek of narcotics
And i don t panic i keep cool, this one time this one time and i ain t talking bout band camp
Wrapped up with the tape on it, i d off diego for real
don t ask me if i did it
Either that or a boss, that way everybody lasts
When i be in the club i got trap shit in my head, 20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade sunday school
when i be in the club i got trap shit in my head
gave my lil cousin 200 dollars
i can t even eat
Got the kitchen smoked up like the shit hooked on chronic, when i m in my whip i got trap shit in my head
residue in the glass pot
nigga scoring or something
When i be in the club i got trap shit in my head, foreign bitch yeah got a nigga hooked on phonics
look at the damn stamp
me and shawty be makin love i got trap shit in my head
Stendo that be the clip i got trap shit in my head, just left the spot and i swear a nigga reek of narcotics, check it dawg
20 blocks at my nigga house call it brickmade sunday school
Wrapped up with the tape on it, check it dawg
I m talking like memphis, nigga scoring or something
And i don t panic i keep cool, either that or a boss
Cause you fucking the stove, only the rat got a face on it, get to talking about a math test
when i m in my whip i got trap shit in my head
yeah you swear a nigga eat narcotics
i m talking like memphis
yeah you swear a nigga eat narcotics