Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Yo, 2 niggas one mic and a tight ass beat (beat)
Four eyes low, we’re high off tree
Last text re: who got p’s?
Bruh I don’t know, ask the fucking police
Rest in peace Mac D-R-E
Packs, taxed, CRV
Ford, Chev, whatever you got
It ain’t hot, then it don’t make sense like cops
Poppin’, brothers like me cus our locks
So foul profile, makin’ arrests
Still made bail thanks to my homie Seks
Called up a dude said pay him the rest
When I’m on my feet, so may he be blessed
Give me a deal, so I can pay the connect
Young nigga who just tryna get it
Sky The Limit rest in peace to anyone who lived it, Yee
But you know I got swaggie
Put it in my pocket, I can put it in your baggie
Boss, king James can’t cross
Put me in the game, bitch I bet I get off
Wuttup with the north side showing clamps (Nutty)
Woulda got some work, but your shit was damp
Real gram copper, in the game like Ibaka
And I love to hold choppers, burn slow like nagchampa
Thinkin’ bout two million dollars, and a bitch
Ma don’t like this she can suck a hundred dicks
Bukake, boo I’m too cocky
Killing niggas in this game like a neo-nazi
Aye, tsunami
But you know I got swaggie
Put it in my pocket, I can put it in your baggie
Boss, king James can’t cross
Put me in the game, bitch I bet I get off
Uhh
Niggas know I got swaggie
Uhh
I can put it in your baggie
Boss, king James couldn’t cross
Put me in the game, man I bet I get off
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