Krayola

If the plug 3 o'clock then I'm there at 2:50
100 bullets big bro got two 50s
Told the bitch ride my dick like that shit a 250
I like my chips extra brispy
Extra clean
Teedee fine best believe I stay on her
She a groupie then I put LA on her
Throwing west up since I had them crayolas
Throwing west up since I had them crayolas
Pray for us
I know some youngings that hate tourist
I remember them long lonely nights
It was me n JI bitch we had the weight on us
Quarter pound gone in a night
N Na it wasn't wholesale we had um bagged up
Take his shit make a pussy yute back up
Soon catch gang flexing in a matte truck
I hope he don't think that it's sweet
Kuz bitch best believe a snitch still can get smacked up
Act up
You can get put in a trunk
A dump
Then we burn rubber like asphalt
My big brotha push white like dandruff
My big brotha push white like Kansas
They say it's a godly island well bitch I don't see nothing godly down ya



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Writer(s): Fizzo Smith
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