[Baby Ahk] Momma told me don't bring drugs in her home One day she found drugs in her home Took it to the block, then it was sold Pray to Allah, so I can't sell my soul Order packs, she be back on my own First 300, went and copped me a zone First 500, went and bought me a phone Touchdown, with the pack in my zone 30 clip when i walk on my own [?] on the pack, its too strong I left the grams, baby my money long Seventh grade with a bean, now i'm calm Brown skin, pretty hair, Nia Long Singing to that pussy, I wrote a song Boy shorts or it might be a thong Smoking backwoods, I don't need a bong Pull up on your block and drop me a bomb Put your face on every book, RIP Tom I sold you some weed, but we don't get along You wanted attention, my .30 sings songs I came with my shooters and they sing along Pull up with sticks and just hit Stacking my money, no Ritz And the streets calling plays like its blitz Talk mad and my gangs with the shit
[Lil Dude] Luciano with them real hitters Scared niggas, we don't deal with them Real-lifers, I chill with them Hunnit on making a mil with them Trapping right out of my granny house None of them know it's my granny house Nigga come meet me on back street I sold them trees on the back streets [?] and Jacob and Papi Doc Nigga know my name on the rig of the road Don't play with your soul, we run down for o's We taking your dough, that's just how it goes Nigga don't be trying to act like you bold We run up with .30's and clips they fold You know I'm 10 toes You looking for me? I'm posted in the trenches with me and my bros
[Big Flock] Niggas know that Glocka come with that pole Got a .44, that'll knock off your nose Always throw up glick boyz when I post He's a rich nigga, with a mouth full of gold Kevin called me like bro got a cold Got the OG, get the shit by the load Yellow xanny, like the yellow brick road Come and shop, I got the glicks for the low Just need a lick for a brick of the coke Finesse a nigga with a brick of the soap I'm a Muslim brother, but I live like the pope Run my shit up, but I act like i'm broke These nigga's purping, acting like they ain't broke Mama told me no more drugs in her home And in Pakistan, I bust it down, get it gone Dude beat the pot up, call that fool Donkey KongTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
