Piccolo
(Tweaker)
Mm, mm, mm, mm
(Yung Star on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done got green from the yeah call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
Flash a lil' nigga like Apples at concerts
Throw one at me then we passin' the bonfire
Please do not try, we loaded likе LimeWire
Darkside 'lil nigga, I diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the street for your kinfolk
Sell to the 'burbs, then duckin' like limbo
What did I see? That's out of my info
What do you need? I give it back tenfold
I clear the scene like give it up, get low
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
I keep the stick on me, turn in your order
Bossed up on niggas, ain't takin' no orders
I got your hoe at the crib, I'm a hoarder
You sit on your money you feel a lil' shorter
Sit on my money, feel like I'm Al Horford
If he cross the border then I'ma extort her
- Pop like a -
I'm overseas, I met me a foreigner
I'm killin' you mournin' her, stop it you joining her
She get the boot, I Dora explorer her
I got like four of her, there is way more of her
Servin' the brick, that's more important than her
Bust down the lot make a jake do the corduroy
Boy came in with the bulldog, .44
Murder what she wrote and she know she -
I took some molly, faster than lightspeed
I took some molly, faster than godspeed
I took some molly, I see what God see
Choppa I got got a ultralight beam
Nigga don't like me, he can come fight me
Bad bitch bi, she twin, siamese
Goin' down the road, all I know is hit the hi-beams
Clear the estate for the hoe, hit the high knees
Hate is contagious, virus, Chinese
I don't wanna write no check, sign these
- Make a hoe wanna sign 'em
Your main hoe eat that hoe before she dine in
Heard you been beat down, hoe you was violated
Cuttin' up dope, heard -
I got blue diamonds, they color the money yes
I done got green from the yeah call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
Flash a lil' nigga like Apples at concerts
Throw one at me then we passin' the bonfire
Please do not try, we loaded like LimeWire
Darkside 'lil nigga, I die by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the street for your kinfolk
Sell to the 'burbs, then duckin' like limbo
What did I see? That's out of my info
What do you need? I give it back tenfold
I clear the scene like give it up, get low
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
4 nickel wet up his head like a Jheri curl
Ice out my bitch now she a Ben & Jerry girl
Skeezers on me, my pockets full of uncle Earls
Drawin' down on em' gracefully we paintin' murals
Call me Whitney for them hunnids, we baring arms
Tom Ford, my shit, my apparel
Five star, splash Molly Guerrero
Fire in my hand, know the grip is a hell hold
That's ya man, might as well be a menthol
Dirty Dan, I'ma hit em' then dip off
.30 blam, yeah this dick full Fentanyl
Runnin' man how we rush from the red dogs
Tell me when, I'ma knock off your head dog
Get it how, you give it nigga we been raw
Fuck that wrestling bitch we yammin' at Benoits
Snatch your chain, act like I got it from Ben Baller
Darkside lil nigga, these niggas Anakin
.45 a groupie how he been fanning them
Red beam, red button, these niggas panicking
Tell the opps go spread the word
These Death Notes got stanzas in it
Dead bodies smell like old man
Darkside my omen
Fox 5 like opp land
Glocks cry, then it's no man
When you come, where you rollin'
Left pocket got a 4-10
In the middle of two gutter niggas we strike him out he a bowling pin
I done got green from the yeah call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
Flash a lil' nigga like Apples at concerts
Throw one at me then we passin' the bonfire
Please do not try, we loaded like LimeWire
Darkside 'lil nigga, I die by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the street for your kinfolk
Sell to the 'burbs, then duckin' like limbo
What did I see? That's out of my info
What do you need? I give it back tenfold
I clear the scene like give it up, get low
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
Mm, mm, mm, mm
(Yung Star on the beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I done got green from the yeah call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
Flash a lil' nigga like Apples at concerts
Throw one at me then we passin' the bonfire
Please do not try, we loaded likе LimeWire
Darkside 'lil nigga, I diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the street for your kinfolk
Sell to the 'burbs, then duckin' like limbo
What did I see? That's out of my info
What do you need? I give it back tenfold
I clear the scene like give it up, get low
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
I keep the stick on me, turn in your order
Bossed up on niggas, ain't takin' no orders
I got your hoe at the crib, I'm a hoarder
You sit on your money you feel a lil' shorter
Sit on my money, feel like I'm Al Horford
If he cross the border then I'ma extort her
- Pop like a -
I'm overseas, I met me a foreigner
I'm killin' you mournin' her, stop it you joining her
She get the boot, I Dora explorer her
I got like four of her, there is way more of her
Servin' the brick, that's more important than her
Bust down the lot make a jake do the corduroy
Boy came in with the bulldog, .44
Murder what she wrote and she know she -
I took some molly, faster than lightspeed
I took some molly, faster than godspeed
I took some molly, I see what God see
Choppa I got got a ultralight beam
Nigga don't like me, he can come fight me
Bad bitch bi, she twin, siamese
Goin' down the road, all I know is hit the hi-beams
Clear the estate for the hoe, hit the high knees
Hate is contagious, virus, Chinese
I don't wanna write no check, sign these
- Make a hoe wanna sign 'em
Your main hoe eat that hoe before she dine in
Heard you been beat down, hoe you was violated
Cuttin' up dope, heard -
I got blue diamonds, they color the money yes
I done got green from the yeah call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
Flash a lil' nigga like Apples at concerts
Throw one at me then we passin' the bonfire
Please do not try, we loaded like LimeWire
Darkside 'lil nigga, I die by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the street for your kinfolk
Sell to the 'burbs, then duckin' like limbo
What did I see? That's out of my info
What do you need? I give it back tenfold
I clear the scene like give it up, get low
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
4 nickel wet up his head like a Jheri curl
Ice out my bitch now she a Ben & Jerry girl
Skeezers on me, my pockets full of uncle Earls
Drawin' down on em' gracefully we paintin' murals
Call me Whitney for them hunnids, we baring arms
Tom Ford, my shit, my apparel
Five star, splash Molly Guerrero
Fire in my hand, know the grip is a hell hold
That's ya man, might as well be a menthol
Dirty Dan, I'ma hit em' then dip off
.30 blam, yeah this dick full Fentanyl
Runnin' man how we rush from the red dogs
Tell me when, I'ma knock off your head dog
Get it how, you give it nigga we been raw
Fuck that wrestling bitch we yammin' at Benoits
Snatch your chain, act like I got it from Ben Baller
Darkside lil nigga, these niggas Anakin
.45 a groupie how he been fanning them
Red beam, red button, these niggas panicking
Tell the opps go spread the word
These Death Notes got stanzas in it
Dead bodies smell like old man
Darkside my omen
Fox 5 like opp land
Glocks cry, then it's no man
When you come, where you rollin'
Left pocket got a 4-10
In the middle of two gutter niggas we strike him out he a bowling pin
I done got green from the yeah call it Larry Birds
I got some shit on me like I'm toting turds
My niggas catchin' more cases than law firms
Stop bein' aggy, blue faces on my nerves
Flash a lil' nigga like Apples at concerts
Throw one at me then we passin' the bonfire
Please do not try, we loaded like LimeWire
Darkside 'lil nigga, I die by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the street for your kinfolk
Sell to the 'burbs, then duckin' like limbo
What did I see? That's out of my info
What do you need? I give it back tenfold
I clear the scene like give it up, get low
I'm havin' green like pigment of Piccolo
Credits
Writer(s): Troy Vashon Donte Lane
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