Last Night (feat. Mista Siccs)

Wing pack sauce down listening to heavyweights
Rolling down state fourth on me pushing the heavy weight
I see you snakes nah never can't choose my fate
I love the game like money mitch and we getting paid
Roaches out the cereL box
Remembering those days
Now it's roaches they falling out of my ashtray.
Now they hate and throw shade sitting here thing about grandma shop
Right before they locked my pops saying fuck the ops
Blowing on some lush the same color as baby bop
Riding down Osage right to the rim shop
While getting top from bad bads a rim shop
Feds trying to invade the spot for mug shots
Somebody go get me some woods from fast stop regrets I have not addicted to cell blocks I'm just so famn in love with my haves not haven't have nots



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Lowe
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