Yeah Yeah
Wake up in the morning I see ashes on my bed
See you ain't gotta lie, you know I got the pour up
I'm talking to my ex on a Motorola
Man I'm high as fuck and I'm bout to roll up
I'm swimming in the mud, I still have motion
So I pass it to my brother 'cause this shit is too strong
I'm smoking on the purple when I'm on the radar
I'm in the mood of making moves what I'm made of
So if you aint my brother then you better lay low
Lay low, I got bitches from the ghetto
If you want it, then we goin get it
You can't pull on your own, better buy it
Yeh!
Uh!
Okay, excuse me!
I just had to come and spit that new shit
I be talking to myself making music
On the block selling bags, shit! I'm the movement
It's always better my way she don't confuse it
If I ever buy a bar, ain't goin be no last call
You can puke on the floor
You can puke in your mouth
You can puke in your cup
You should know I'm the one
Put a sock on the door, they don't know what is going on
We can fuck on the bed, we can fuck on the table or fuck on the floor
We can do it all
The way she make the booty dance I can feel her ass quake
Light skinned girl and she got the milkshake
I can see her coochie through the panties
But I ain't finna talk about it, that's romantic
I'm here to talk about me, that's the pre-fix
I'm the first hit that you give a junkie
After 2 weeks of fucking starving
If you owe me then you better pay me
I got a whole lotta girls, that wan kill me. For real
See you ain't gotta lie, you know I got the pour up
I'm talking to my ex on a Motorola
Man I'm high as fuck and I'm bout to roll up
I'm swimming in the mud, I still have motion
So I pass it to my brother 'cause this shit is too strong
I'm smoking on the purple when I'm on the radar
I'm in the mood of making moves what I'm made of
So if you aint my brother then you better lay low
Lay low, I got bitches from the ghetto
If you want it, then we goin get it
You can't pull on your own, better buy it
Yeh!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
When I'm with the squad you know that it's suicide
I double up the singles, yeah! You know do-or-die
And I keep it professional never suit and tie
I see your bullshit nigga through my third eye
Then I roll me a cone then I get sky-high
Yeah!
Who you fooling girl? You see I got brown eyes
Hotbox with the team then I get red-eyes
Wrote this in the alley with no appetite
Put your lighters in the sky if you wan get high
Light it up in the sky, yeah! Like a crack pipe
Yeah! I'm a dreadhead and you a boiled egg
Yeah! I'm a pothead and you a crackhead
I ain't saying we the same, I'm just saying I'm insane
If you think I'm insane you get a bullet to your brain
I'm so hard to kill, shoot me in the head
Got your girl naked right here in the hills
She knows my dick and she praise it like a god
She lets me touch her flesh but I never hit it raw
Tell me what you like when we walk up in the store
Holla at your boy if you wan do a stunt
Holla at your boy if you wan see a star
Holla at your boy if you wan do a stunt
Holla at your boy if you want that hook-up
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
See you ain't gotta lie, you know I got the pour up
I'm talking to my ex on a Motorola
Man I'm high as fuck and I'm bout to roll up
I'm swimming in the mud, I still have motion
So I pass it to my brother 'cause this shit is too strong
I'm smoking on the purple when I'm on the radar
I'm in the mood of making moves what I'm made of
So if you aint my brother then you better lay low
Lay low, I got bitches from the ghetto
If you want it, then we goin get it
You can't pull on your own, better buy it
Yeh!
Uh!
Okay, excuse me!
I just had to come and spit that new shit
I be talking to myself making music
On the block selling bags, shit! I'm the movement
It's always better my way she don't confuse it
If I ever buy a bar, ain't goin be no last call
You can puke on the floor
You can puke in your mouth
You can puke in your cup
You should know I'm the one
Put a sock on the door, they don't know what is going on
We can fuck on the bed, we can fuck on the table or fuck on the floor
We can do it all
The way she make the booty dance I can feel her ass quake
Light skinned girl and she got the milkshake
I can see her coochie through the panties
But I ain't finna talk about it, that's romantic
I'm here to talk about me, that's the pre-fix
I'm the first hit that you give a junkie
After 2 weeks of fucking starving
If you owe me then you better pay me
I got a whole lotta girls, that wan kill me. For real
See you ain't gotta lie, you know I got the pour up
I'm talking to my ex on a Motorola
Man I'm high as fuck and I'm bout to roll up
I'm swimming in the mud, I still have motion
So I pass it to my brother 'cause this shit is too strong
I'm smoking on the purple when I'm on the radar
I'm in the mood of making moves what I'm made of
So if you aint my brother then you better lay low
Lay low, I got bitches from the ghetto
If you want it, then we goin get it
You can't pull on your own, better buy it
Yeh!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
When I'm with the squad you know that it's suicide
I double up the singles, yeah! You know do-or-die
And I keep it professional never suit and tie
I see your bullshit nigga through my third eye
Then I roll me a cone then I get sky-high
Yeah!
Who you fooling girl? You see I got brown eyes
Hotbox with the team then I get red-eyes
Wrote this in the alley with no appetite
Put your lighters in the sky if you wan get high
Light it up in the sky, yeah! Like a crack pipe
Yeah! I'm a dreadhead and you a boiled egg
Yeah! I'm a pothead and you a crackhead
I ain't saying we the same, I'm just saying I'm insane
If you think I'm insane you get a bullet to your brain
I'm so hard to kill, shoot me in the head
Got your girl naked right here in the hills
She knows my dick and she praise it like a god
She lets me touch her flesh but I never hit it raw
Tell me what you like when we walk up in the store
Holla at your boy if you wan do a stunt
Holla at your boy if you wan see a star
Holla at your boy if you wan do a stunt
Holla at your boy if you want that hook-up
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Credits
Writer(s): Mari Vitalice Konka
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