Sisig Fries

Just a quick peek I already do not fuck with you
You say you get the cash, okay little bitch well lucky you
Acid tabs on the tongue, shit I might tuck in two
Head spinning like a DJ, what would Mustard do
Put it on replay, shawty like a melody
Shit I feel like CJ, but GTA's not my felony
Homies rolling up packs I got white in sack, but bitch we ain't selling these
And you know them shits hit hard like Triple H and that pedigree

Damn, I think I'm fucking up
Down in dirt like a Tonka truck
My momma said I ain't doing shit with my life and act like I don't give a fuck
So I had to man up, that shit opened my eyes
Wait that shit opened up my life, no wait that shit opened up the skies

Took a leap of faith and cut all ties with all the bullshit that made me high
Pop another xan just might make me die
I'll probably drop dead if I took another line
I have no idea why she talk a lot, pull up right there in the parking spot
Bust-a-bitch on Dolores, we gon' smoke this blunt and say
FUCK THE COPS
Munching on tater tots, or them sisig fries mothafucka
Cause I got read eyes mothafucka
This that OG Sky mothafucka
Damn she got thick thighs mothafucka
But she don't look to wise mothafucka
You look like a narc, realize mothafucka
Go get a new disguise, mothafucka

Woah, okay

Back to your scheduled programmin'
I'm wildin' out but is this show cannon
Mind is sharp like I'm so Shannon
Don't be soul searchin' cause I'm soul plannin'
I dont even know what happened
I think I blacked out, my skull is cracked in
Feel like I'm moon walking Michael Jackson
Too much bullshit like I'm John Paxson



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Writer(s): Darren Jacob Bautista
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