Victory
I put a lot in a blunt
I done been high for a month
You should come buy you a blunt
I don't know why you a chump
I might just come off the top
I don't be writing enough
Dirtiest sprite in my cup
I hate that I like it too much
I get so tired of these hoes
Bitch is you up at night
Bitch is down to fuck
You wasn't walking with us
Now you ain't riding with us
I don't got time to fuss
Shoot this bitch all in yo mugg
Naw I don't know how to discuss
I don't be trying to be tuff
Nigga's be talking to much
I just be off in the cut
Me and you not even family
Bitch quit calling me Cuz
Nigga you stalling or what
Boboy calling i'm coming
Po po show up i'm running
I really started from nothing
I really use to be bummy
Broke as a joke that ain't funny
Waiting on sum shit that ain't coming
Now look at me while i'm thumbing
I go to sleep in the morning
I'm in the kitchen mccormick
Nigga's is snitching informant
Still on sum shit like a toilet
3200 a wop
I'm trying to go to the lot
I'm trying to run up the gwap
I always wanted da drop
Let me come trap out yo spot
Nigga's ain't real they bots
Nigga's act trill they not
Turn me up another notch
Shoot a nigga like a cop
Wet a nigga like a mop
Open up a nigga top
Shake a nigga like a pop
Catch a body catch a box
Been in da field too long
Love da sound of gunshots
Love to count da gunshots
Get a nigga up thru
All it take is one shot
Big Dog nigga's fleas
Bitches drop to they knees
Aye
What's on my waist man that bitch it go bah bah
Soon as I fie fie
Treat you like za za
Smoking on za za
Sipping out the ba ba
Perk got me high high
Rolling like a tire tire
Keep the blue's in a grip like sum damn pliers
Steady trapping out bo we the band guys
We some young nigga's really be having this shit
Want flex keep the shooters on stand by
We sum young nigga's having take the pack and make it disappear like magic
I ain't going for that shit
If a nigga owe me cash i'm a give it to 'em like i'm Gordan Ramsey
Keep the bo's sealed and tucked in the pantry
And my neck looking jus like where the sand be
Buss it in yo hoe mouth fuck a plan b
When it come to the scale i'm outstanding
I be standing but my neck is dancing
Cough cough
Ok i'm cool now
You a think i'm into renovation bitch I get the pack and I move round
Soon as I blaze up the neighbors knock on the door they be like damn that shit to loud
Every time that Drippa ever fall off I regroup and I found me a new rout
Nun but the best what I smoke on is power
Dripping jus like I was fresh out the shower
Vv's on me icy jus like a plower
This roll of this pape I done made in a hour
Wak got me leaning like a bad foot
Cuz jus rolled up a 3.5 in a backwood
It ain't no need to check in with the plug
Tell 'em send em already know the pack good
Vv's on me make me surf surf
Vert it go skirt skirt
Fly like a damn bird
Pape like a damn nerd
Shit like a pamper
Wrist that bitch work work
Got my pockets looking like they filled with sum damn turf
Owww bitch i'm lit just like a jack o'lantern
Water on my neck is biting like a vampire
Ain't with the talk on my waist is a camp fire
I keep at least 3 hoes like i'm santa
I done been high for a month
You should come buy you a blunt
I don't know why you a chump
I might just come off the top
I don't be writing enough
Dirtiest sprite in my cup
I hate that I like it too much
I get so tired of these hoes
Bitch is you up at night
Bitch is down to fuck
You wasn't walking with us
Now you ain't riding with us
I don't got time to fuss
Shoot this bitch all in yo mugg
Naw I don't know how to discuss
I don't be trying to be tuff
Nigga's be talking to much
I just be off in the cut
Me and you not even family
Bitch quit calling me Cuz
Nigga you stalling or what
Boboy calling i'm coming
Po po show up i'm running
I really started from nothing
I really use to be bummy
Broke as a joke that ain't funny
Waiting on sum shit that ain't coming
Now look at me while i'm thumbing
I go to sleep in the morning
I'm in the kitchen mccormick
Nigga's is snitching informant
Still on sum shit like a toilet
3200 a wop
I'm trying to go to the lot
I'm trying to run up the gwap
I always wanted da drop
Let me come trap out yo spot
Nigga's ain't real they bots
Nigga's act trill they not
Turn me up another notch
Shoot a nigga like a cop
Wet a nigga like a mop
Open up a nigga top
Shake a nigga like a pop
Catch a body catch a box
Been in da field too long
Love da sound of gunshots
Love to count da gunshots
Get a nigga up thru
All it take is one shot
Big Dog nigga's fleas
Bitches drop to they knees
Aye
What's on my waist man that bitch it go bah bah
Soon as I fie fie
Treat you like za za
Smoking on za za
Sipping out the ba ba
Perk got me high high
Rolling like a tire tire
Keep the blue's in a grip like sum damn pliers
Steady trapping out bo we the band guys
We some young nigga's really be having this shit
Want flex keep the shooters on stand by
We sum young nigga's having take the pack and make it disappear like magic
I ain't going for that shit
If a nigga owe me cash i'm a give it to 'em like i'm Gordan Ramsey
Keep the bo's sealed and tucked in the pantry
And my neck looking jus like where the sand be
Buss it in yo hoe mouth fuck a plan b
When it come to the scale i'm outstanding
I be standing but my neck is dancing
Cough cough
Ok i'm cool now
You a think i'm into renovation bitch I get the pack and I move round
Soon as I blaze up the neighbors knock on the door they be like damn that shit to loud
Every time that Drippa ever fall off I regroup and I found me a new rout
Nun but the best what I smoke on is power
Dripping jus like I was fresh out the shower
Vv's on me icy jus like a plower
This roll of this pape I done made in a hour
Wak got me leaning like a bad foot
Cuz jus rolled up a 3.5 in a backwood
It ain't no need to check in with the plug
Tell 'em send em already know the pack good
Vv's on me make me surf surf
Vert it go skirt skirt
Fly like a damn bird
Pape like a damn nerd
Shit like a pamper
Wrist that bitch work work
Got my pockets looking like they filled with sum damn turf
Owww bitch i'm lit just like a jack o'lantern
Water on my neck is biting like a vampire
Ain't with the talk on my waist is a camp fire
I keep at least 3 hoes like i'm santa
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Writer(s): Antonio Mcneezer
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