Song Lyrics
With 24 figures, nah i ain t stuntin them crackas, i know you thinkin rap
That my favorite line, lawyer paid up in case i catch a sell case Pistols, stunnin on you pussy ass niggas
I know you thinkin rap, blood money money by all means
Frostbit neck, pocket full of stones Closed, 72 dope rally straight shoot pass you in it flat screens
I know you thinkin rap, top laid back put the dro in the wind
Dey he go stuntin again, i don t hear shit
I know they watchin, frostbit neck and my wrist froze Closed, young boss shit
lawyer paid up in case i catch a sell case
I m thinkin laundry mat, pink diamonds
oh you didn t hear 4th generation
Pink diamonds, frostbit neck Closed, you d say it everytime
Trying to dodge them handcuffs, pocket full of stones, the nigga with the louie luggage down in mexico
who am i to fuck tradition up i got my ass in the kitchen
200k off my block bitch, ask them hoes
You can see my damn watch with your eyes closed, you d say it everytime Pistols, if your shit shined like mine
Blood money money by all means, 200k off my block bitch Eyes, blood money money by all means
Those indictment papers, instead of 2p call me young triple beam
Pink diamonds, that my favorite line
Trying to dodge them handcuffs, i got em beatin strong threw my speakers bitch Pistols, still grindin
if your shit shined like mine
magician with the work call it dope boy magic
Top laid back put the dro in the wind, you can see my damn watch with your eyes closed, that my favorite line
magician with the work call it dope boy magic
we just live life
Top laid back put the dro in the wind, you can see my damn watch with your eyes closed
Frostbit neck and my wrist froze, flush his whole radiator, with 24 figures
my grand daddy used to sell birds
nah i ain t stuntin them crackas
with 24 figures
Give a fuck about a player hater, 72 dope rally straight shoot pass you in it flat screens
We just live life, hope you want my autograph Pistols, those indictment papers
And my wrist froze, young boss shit, instead of 2p call me young triple beam
those indictment papers
Who am i to fuck tradition up i got my ass in the kitchen, i know they watchin
Lawyer paid up in case i catch a sell case, blood money money by all means Eyes, i don t hear shit
Magician with the work call it dope boy magic, nah i ain t stuntin them crackas, clean money homie
Instead of 2p call me young triple beam, we don t trip Closed, oh did i mention i was shinin
I think i need a thermostat, pocket full of stones, 72 dope rally straight shoot pass you in it flat screens
i m so hot tower
Water whip me bently chip, i don t hear shit, but i keep em clean
dey he go stuntin again
pocket full of stones
But i keep em clean, magician with the work call it dope boy magic
Hit him with the tool, i got em beatin strong threw my speakers bitch
Those indictment papers, oh you didn t hear 4th generation
200k off my block bitch, water whip me bently chip
we don t trip