Song Lyrics
i might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in
I let these streets turn me to a fuckin cash cow, muddy time what water in the face shit
while yo bitch up like brett flick
I might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in, my neck click, james brown all that shit i wear that black and proud
For that gas and that drank i got a sweet spot, you ain t shit if you ain t never been geeked out
ain t shit sweet
If i can t get it then my whole got the whoole in, pulled up in that fifteen thing, pulled up in that fifteen thing
I got a twelve band jug on my line right now, ain t shit sweet
Preferably a backwood stuffed both ends, i let these streets turn me to a fuckin cash cow
They tried to run off with the flame and i blocked em in, im on some crisco, old hundreds in the middle hundreds
i got them trappers with me right now
And i ain t goin in if i can t bring my whoolie in, i fuck with white girl that snort coke the disco
They tried to run off with the flame and i blocked em in, preferably a backwood stuffed both ends, if i can t get it then my whole got the whoole in
ain t no sans or no percs then you ain t cruisin in
Balenciaga high top, i used to put pounds in a expedition
We ll go back inside that motherfuckin shoe box, i might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in
All these hoes we ran through, they say they snootie wild Em, you know i ride with that mail get shit
I got hoes watching me like netflix, let me find out she really got these hoes arrested
if i let up on these pussies i m granting wishes
I might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in, cause we chop em up then its segregation, pulled up in that fifteen thing
Cartier this shit, ain t no sans or no percs then you ain t cruisin in, i put her in a sixty she can t be my hoe unless she freaky like she from
All these hoes cold blooded and my wrist cold, i fuck with white girl that snort coke the disco
Yeah we got the same jeweler you got wack shit, pouring up some syrup that make my sprite another color, let me find out she really got these hoes arrested
i pull one bitch she pull up on me with six others
If i let up on these pussies i m granting wishes, yeah we got the same jeweler you got wack shit
she must got something to put on one of these bracelets
Not letting a bitch go, they tried to run off with the flame and i blocked em in, pulled up in that fifteen thing
You ain t shit if you ain t never been geeked out, i fuck with black girls that do her the guwop
They say they snootie wild, i might just hit your blunt depending what you smoking in, i got a twelve band jug on my line right now
My neck click, sick of the ap i m bout to go harry winston, preferably a backwood stuffed both ends
you ain t shit if you ain t never been geeked out
If i let up on these pussies i m granting wishes, sick of the ap i m bout to go harry winston