The pack touchdown I'm making it flip
I got the work off so I'm taking a trip
Shooter sleeve on the gun that bitch got a grip
John Wick nigga I'm fully equipped
On the block working an all night shift
My zotti hit stronger than All Might bitch
Should've put a f*ckin Rolex on my wrist
But I made I made the plug run out of Wock and the Tris
Hop out the whip and I'm shooting
Keep firing til he not moving
These niggas they wanna be street fighters until they get hit with Hadoukens
In your crib nigga we looting
Money long like the beard on Rick Rubin
She using my lingo she booted
The za hit my lungs with a sweet chin music
I'm built like a sculpture but still sipping lean I swear that my cup is the fountain of youth
I gotta be careful when I light my blunt because dropping that bitch is like dropping a nuke
I'm in the field with a K in my arms and I still coach niggas like I work for Duke
My shawty want me to call her Samus Aran she got two glocks with beams in her suit
I'm whipping that crack rock
Junkies they can't stop
Begging me never to close shop
Wrestling pots yea I'm giving 'em backdrops
Blunt to the face baby this not a co-op
That perc so strong I can't put up a fight
Masked up with a cape and sword Meta Knight
Let me drop two lines of that Wock in my Sprite
I got both hands on the twelve gauge, midnight
Bands on me
I got xans on me
Now her hands on me
Yea your bitch getting physical
When you on Planet Boot
You better light up a blunt
If you not getting high you a criminal
On the block I'm getting paid by junkies
Got so many profits my pockets look biblical
Sour Patch Kids Watermelon with shrooms
Two hours later it's blurring my visual
Hi-Tech cup while I eat my food with a perc fifteen
To me that's nutritional
Dumbass nigga must think I'm a fool
Tryna sell a pint with no seal that's unforgivable
Nigga I'm leading my army on your block
I'm ready for war lil bitch I'm a general
Got a mac-11 and an uzi on me Imma shoot 'til the body's no longer divisible
The pack touchdown I'm making it flip
I got the work off so I'm taking a trip
Shooter sleeve on the gun that bitch got a grip
John Wick nigga I'm fully equipped
On the block working an all night shift
My zotti hit stronger than All Might bitch
Should've put a f*ckin Rolex on my wrist
But I made I made the plug run out of Wock and the Tris
Hop out the whip and I'm shooting
Keep firing til he not moving
These niggas they wanna be street fighters until they get hit with Hadoukens
In your crib nigga we looting
Money long like the beard on Rick Rubin
She using my lingo she booted
The za hit my lungs with a sweet chin music
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The pack touchdown I'm making it flip
I got the work off so I'm taking a trip
Shooter sleeve on the gun that bitch got a grip
John Wick nigga I'm fully equipped
On the block working an all night shift
My zotti hit stronger than All Might bitch
Should've put a f*ckin Rolex on my wrist
But I made I made the plug run out of Wock and the Tris
Hop out the whip and I'm shooting
Keep firing til he not moving
These niggas they wanna be street fighters until they get hit with Hadoukens
In your crib nigga we looting
Money long like the beard on Rick Rubin
She using my lingo she booted
The za hit my lungs with a sweet chin music
I'm built like a sculpture but still sipping lean I swear that my cup is the fountain of youth
I gotta be careful when I light my blunt because dropping that bitch is like dropping a nuke
I'm in the field with a K in my arms and I still coach niggas like I work for Duke
My shawty want me to call her Samus Aran she got two glocks with beams in her suit
I'm whipping that crack rock
Junkies they can't stop
Begging me never to close shop
Wrestling pots yea I'm giving 'em backdrops
Blunt to the face baby this not a co-op
That perc so strong I can't put up a fight
Masked up with a cape and sword Meta Knight
Let me drop two lines of that Wock in my Sprite
I got both hands on the twelve gauge, midnight
Bands on me
I got xans on me
Now her hands on me
Yea your bitch getting physical
When you on Planet Boot
You better light up a blunt
If you not getting high you a criminal
On the block I'm getting paid by junkies
Got so many profits my pockets look biblical
Sour Patch Kids Watermelon with shrooms
Two hours later it's blurring my visual
Hi-Tech cup while I eat my food with a perc fifteen
To me that's nutritional
Dumbass nigga must think I'm a fool
Tryna sell a pint with no seal that's unforgivable
Nigga I'm leading my army on your block
I'm ready for war lil bitch I'm a general
Got a mac-11 and an uzi on me Imma shoot 'til the body's no longer divisible
The pack touchdown I'm making it flip
I got the work off so I'm taking a trip
Shooter sleeve on the gun that bitch got a grip
John Wick nigga I'm fully equipped
On the block working an all night shift
My zotti hit stronger than All Might bitch
Should've put a f*ckin Rolex on my wrist
But I made I made the plug run out of Wock and the Tris
Hop out the whip and I'm shooting
Keep firing til he not moving
These niggas they wanna be street fighters until they get hit with Hadoukens
In your crib nigga we looting
Money long like the beard on Rick Rubin
She using my lingo she booted
The za hit my lungs with a sweet chin music
I got the work off so I'm taking a trip
Shooter sleeve on the gun that bitch got a grip
John Wick nigga I'm fully equipped
On the block working an all night shift
My zotti hit stronger than All Might bitch
Should've put a f*ckin Rolex on my wrist
But I made I made the plug run out of Wock and the Tris
Hop out the whip and I'm shooting
Keep firing til he not moving
These niggas they wanna be street fighters until they get hit with Hadoukens
In your crib nigga we looting
Money long like the beard on Rick Rubin
She using my lingo she booted
The za hit my lungs with a sweet chin music
I'm built like a sculpture but still sipping lean I swear that my cup is the fountain of youth
I gotta be careful when I light my blunt because dropping that bitch is like dropping a nuke
I'm in the field with a K in my arms and I still coach niggas like I work for Duke
My shawty want me to call her Samus Aran she got two glocks with beams in her suit
I'm whipping that crack rock
Junkies they can't stop
Begging me never to close shop
Wrestling pots yea I'm giving 'em backdrops
Blunt to the face baby this not a co-op
That perc so strong I can't put up a fight
Masked up with a cape and sword Meta Knight
Let me drop two lines of that Wock in my Sprite
I got both hands on the twelve gauge, midnight
Bands on me
I got xans on me
Now her hands on me
Yea your bitch getting physical
When you on Planet Boot
You better light up a blunt
If you not getting high you a criminal
On the block I'm getting paid by junkies
Got so many profits my pockets look biblical
Sour Patch Kids Watermelon with shrooms
Two hours later it's blurring my visual
Hi-Tech cup while I eat my food with a perc fifteen
To me that's nutritional
Dumbass nigga must think I'm a fool
Tryna sell a pint with no seal that's unforgivable
Nigga I'm leading my army on your block
I'm ready for war lil bitch I'm a general
Got a mac-11 and an uzi on me Imma shoot 'til the body's no longer divisible
The pack touchdown I'm making it flip
I got the work off so I'm taking a trip
Shooter sleeve on the gun that bitch got a grip
John Wick nigga I'm fully equipped
On the block working an all night shift
My zotti hit stronger than All Might bitch
Should've put a f*ckin Rolex on my wrist
But I made I made the plug run out of Wock and the Tris
Hop out the whip and I'm shooting
Keep firing til he not moving
These niggas they wanna be street fighters until they get hit with Hadoukens
In your crib nigga we looting
Money long like the beard on Rick Rubin
She using my lingo she booted
The za hit my lungs with a sweet chin music
Writer: Kenny Wright
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