A Little Story
Heres a little story bout back in the day
Bout a homie named j the sat wit n ak
He had some pitbulls gnarly as fuck
N if u tried to test j u would fucked up
They call me lil j cuz i way i slang
The purple product to the people
Im the best in my gang
I put it down homie
N i ride for the set
This is the bongman gang
Bitch represent
I keep a fat bag of marjiuana by at all times
U never know when u gotta roll up n get high
I keep a line of bitches in my contact book
All good looks n all know how to cook
Like damn
I never thought
Id live this long
Love live the king
N im the king of the bong
This that butr
That gutter Type criminal rap
That boom bap on the beat tryna bring that shit back
Heres a lil story bout the homie name J
Who go robbin every saturday
Shotty in the hand and 40 in the other
When he pulls up people hold up muthafucka
Give ya chains a tuck cuz hell snatch it off yo neck
Like its a hobby streets is the lobby
Smokin ciggys through his missin tooth
Corn on the cob teeth
Hes 2 psycho for the party
Loddy doddy dont fuck wit em cuz it will be costly
Nobody move nobody get hurt
Anybody dancin homie let the gauge burst
Empty yo pockets cuz hell have yo brain
Leakin out ya eye sockets
Cuz he grabbin at ya watches n wallets no stallin
Cuz dudes in the mood fo killin a hero
For a little bit a denero
Bitch!
Bout a homie named j the sat wit n ak
He had some pitbulls gnarly as fuck
N if u tried to test j u would fucked up
They call me lil j cuz i way i slang
The purple product to the people
Im the best in my gang
I put it down homie
N i ride for the set
This is the bongman gang
Bitch represent
I keep a fat bag of marjiuana by at all times
U never know when u gotta roll up n get high
I keep a line of bitches in my contact book
All good looks n all know how to cook
Like damn
I never thought
Id live this long
Love live the king
N im the king of the bong
This that butr
That gutter Type criminal rap
That boom bap on the beat tryna bring that shit back
Heres a lil story bout the homie name J
Who go robbin every saturday
Shotty in the hand and 40 in the other
When he pulls up people hold up muthafucka
Give ya chains a tuck cuz hell snatch it off yo neck
Like its a hobby streets is the lobby
Smokin ciggys through his missin tooth
Corn on the cob teeth
Hes 2 psycho for the party
Loddy doddy dont fuck wit em cuz it will be costly
Nobody move nobody get hurt
Anybody dancin homie let the gauge burst
Empty yo pockets cuz hell have yo brain
Leakin out ya eye sockets
Cuz he grabbin at ya watches n wallets no stallin
Cuz dudes in the mood fo killin a hero
For a little bit a denero
Bitch!
Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Becker, Jesse A Bennett
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