Burnin good dope
I'm on the road
Holdin it down ain't neva gon fold
Ain't on parol
Might grip the pole
Soon as I up my homie gon blow
Don't want no smoke no static
Get to bread I stack it
Jay gon up the ratchet
Might let you have it
Whole team valid yeah that's my mob
Lil homie lackin go do your job
He try me but he too soft
Hit that beat I don't milly rock
Pack to big can't fit it in my sock
Don't get popped when u stop no wishy washy I need a raw law
Pint got jugged he came back alarmed f*ck with bear and you get the claws
She can't compare and got no flaws
I ain't Impressed bitch pull up yo draws
She me with the drip but not at the mall
Like the leaves on the tree cappin gon fall
Thought you was my dog but you was a stray
Ain't no cigs in my ash tray five star meal no chick fil a
You stay complainin while I'm gettin payed
Come at your neck like it's gillette
F**k on your b**ch that be my ex
She gave me head that's all I said
End of the story you know the rest
I'm gripping the tec that p**sy be wet
And she wanna f**k and the be yo
Wit my bro and know that we next
Hop in the jag and I might just race it
Nascar sh*t like a motha f**ckin space ship
Why u always callin me b**ch I don't say s**t
F**kin up the feds like a motha f**kin base hit
Rockstar shit like Freddy and Jason
Dodgin shit like we in the matrix
How you so broke but you still say s**t
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Burnin good dope
I'm on the road
Holdin it down ain't neva gon fold
Ain't on parol
Might grip the pole
Soon as I up my homie gon blow
Don't want no smoke no static
Get to bread I stack it
Jay gon up the ratchet
Might let you have it
Whole team valid yeah that's my mob
Lil homie lackin go do your job
He try me but he too soft
Hit that beat I don't milly rock
Pack to big can't fit it in my sock
Don't get popped when u stop no wishy washy I need a raw law
Pint got jugged he came back alarmed f*ck with bear and you get the claws
She can't compare and got no flaws
I ain't Impressed bitch pull up yo draws
She me with the drip but not at the mall
Like the leaves on the tree cappin gon fall
Thought you was my dog but you was a stray
Ain't no cigs in my ash tray five star meal no chick fil a
You stay complainin while I'm gettin payed
Come at your neck like it's gillette
F**k on your b**ch that be my ex
She gave me head that's all I said
End of the story you know the rest
I'm gripping the tec that p**sy be wet
And she wanna f**k and the be yo
Wit my bro and know that we next
Hop in the jag and I might just race it
Nascar sh*t like a motha f**ckin space ship
Why u always callin me b**ch I don't say s**t
F**kin up the feds like a motha f**kin base hit
Rockstar shit like Freddy and Jason
Dodgin shit like we in the matrix
How you so broke but you still say s**t
I'm on the road
Holdin it down ain't neva gon fold
Ain't on parol
Might grip the pole
Soon as I up my homie gon blow
Don't want no smoke no static
Get to bread I stack it
Jay gon up the ratchet
Might let you have it
Whole team valid yeah that's my mob
Lil homie lackin go do your job
He try me but he too soft
Hit that beat I don't milly rock
Pack to big can't fit it in my sock
Don't get popped when u stop no wishy washy I need a raw law
Pint got jugged he came back alarmed f*ck with bear and you get the claws
She can't compare and got no flaws
I ain't Impressed bitch pull up yo draws
She me with the drip but not at the mall
Like the leaves on the tree cappin gon fall
Thought you was my dog but you was a stray
Ain't no cigs in my ash tray five star meal no chick fil a
You stay complainin while I'm gettin payed
Come at your neck like it's gillette
F**k on your b**ch that be my ex
She gave me head that's all I said
End of the story you know the rest
I'm gripping the tec that p**sy be wet
And she wanna f**k and the be yo
Wit my bro and know that we next
Hop in the jag and I might just race it
Nascar sh*t like a motha f**ckin space ship
Why u always callin me b**ch I don't say s**t
F**kin up the feds like a motha f**kin base hit
Rockstar shit like Freddy and Jason
Dodgin shit like we in the matrix
How you so broke but you still say s**t
Writer: Alex Slump, Jad Malas
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