I get my work from the narco
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
Pink Rollie face, pink cuff
Blue hunnids got a nigga minked up
It ain't in the seat tucked
And your bitch eat dick every time we link up
How you talkin' 'bout bodies? You
Ain't even three plus caught him down bad
Left him in the street stuck
Two, three and one, did my time, feet up
Suckas tryin' 'round my way
Freeze up what we don't do
Everybody 'round me drillin' like
They 'posed to chopper mix a nigga down
Tear it off, this a stick-up, nigga
Homicide ask me a question, I got no clue
Bruiser, that's my brother, that's my go-to
I wouldn't have wrote you
Next 'cause that's old news, gotti
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
I don't really pop it out my mouth
Hair-trigger Heckler flipped his ass
Bent the corner, threw it in the
Trash and I got jiggy, though
I let it bounce, silent takes 'em down
Military chopper hit him up from his
Call of Duty guns on the streets
Street sweep, we clearin' every block
BSG the motherfuckin' movement
Y'all know how it go (Ayy, ayy)
Bitch, I'm really to the neck in this shit
Deep in your bitch, she on her knees
She takin' kids but I'ma try and turn her
Sucka niggas got that shit down the street
P4 got that shit up in the K
He splittin' wigs top5ivee, that's my nigga
We been thuggin' since we was kids
He got that bust 'round his wrist
Can't forget my nigga 5Much
Mixin' Cookies with the blend
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
I was taught to bounce out and get close
When we leave them niggas' block
You better leave 'em face down
Now he Crippin' from the waist down
She be tryna call me FaceTime
I want face now i'm swervin' lane-to lane
Baby tellin' me to slow down
When I put the drum up on the switch
I would fuck your bitch, but like this blend
She get passed around faded off a Perc'
Off in traffic tryna blap some' down
You know my niggas tryna bag somethin'
We get jiggy when the brass bomin'
I just met this bitch in the
ATL think she Lauren London
Hit it from the back then double back, yeah
BSG fuckin' up the streets
Y'all ain't stoppin' nothin'
How y'all say y'all bent that
Block but ain't poppin' nothin'?
Droppin' somethin'?" Bitch
Hollow to the sticks, see
I'm tryna wet up tops of 'em
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
We on to the next, who want smoke with us?
Everybody know we blow sticks
You ain't got no P on your belt
Leave three holes in his head
BSG the motherfuckin' movement
Can't forget my nigga 5Much
Mixin' Cookies with the blend
When we leave them niggas' block
You better leave 'em face down
Hollow to the sticks, see
I'm tryna wet up tops of 'em
