{verse 1: Scrim} Steady ridin low Eyes steady swole Feel like death row, 1994 $uicide tears, drippin off on mothers Bullets in the chamber of the pistol in the cupboard Got a couple black tees, with that indo sparkin Bitch dint even look my way cus I fuckin hate talkin Got them spinners on a hearse, bitches fo dessert Pour me up a four, I'm sippin codeine till the dirt
{verse 2: oddy} Ridin round tex(as) in a lex(us) wit a florida liscense plate Outta state, eatin grapes, blowin dank, no yay, bitch Dry as fuckin weed Slick, havin the panic attack with the mac in his lap And now you makin beats Smurf in the back gonna get some sleep Gas tank on E, another state, all me so i set Cool breeze lookin at the moon and then i turn Into a goon im doin what i please Throwin up some fuckin threes
{verse 3: Black Smurf} Slight D while im tipped trynna run catch up Steady fienin mo income Like damn bro what i gotta do get high tho Yo promblems, im faced Like this smooth j in my right hand Got bitches just like you too Its a cab man,i dont-, oh wait here Fo the cash man ain't no tellin What a nigga'll do to ya Check ya head and just shoot through ya Im the man that you show respect When ?? either that or get ?? Matta fact i ratha run banzuke Mista pocket choppa mini rocket launcher Stay out the way or get back dude, niggaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
