3.5

Smoking on a trey five
Oh it's time to get jiggy
Can't stop at red lights
Too much smoke in the city
No label No Co Sign
Nigga straight independent
1,500 for the Esko
Nigga still getting digits
Remember trapping with my nigga Tray
We was working the digits
J's knock for 10 days straight
Ran up bands in Grimmet
Born in that water
But them niggas in my hood was swimming
Ain't no rah rah round here
Niggas handling business
Neva been on B.E.T
Nigga this how we living
My boy got da plug on da smack
I'm going to pay em' a visit
All my hoes model type
Yeah I like em exquisite
Break a bitch and make her pimp my ride like my name Xzibit
Genie in a bottle
Yeah I'm just trying to get tipsy
When it's time to bounce
One of these hoes coming with me
Call me for a play
Better be about yo business
I don't trust a soul
Cause' the world too wicked

Whole block like a circus
My niggas a clown
Got my red shoes on
Bitch I'm to clown
No bozo, nigga no homie the clown
The elephant up in the room
See the trunk on the ground
The ring leader is here in big top
And R.I.P. my nigga
You don't see me in these crocs
Hope you got your janitor here
Gone need a mop
When it comes to walking tight ropes
Niggas they will flop
She pop it cause I got a hundred
Not cause I give that shit to her
Hoes think they the shit
We lay manure
I'll show you some maneuvers
Swing through all over town
Pull up with the banana
Straight monkey around
Ain't no driving around come to your spot
And if he playing he ain't home
Nigga we'll park
And I'm a be right here sitting in the dark
With the four five
Puffing on my little trey five
Mannish



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Wayne Mandigo, Branson Johnson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link