Khaos
I can't keep no bitch I got hoe problems
I just switch em out that's how I'm gone solve em
Hit that switch on that heater you gone need more than AC
When the smoke finally fade last standing gone be me
You could be walking in these streets still run into some beef
And it's RIP lil Spencer bro it wasn't ya time to leave
Why you brought a bag ima fuck and you gone leave
I'm smoking a moon rock high as one of these
Bro just took ten years they call that a plea
Freedom ain't free when you the skin of we
Taking risks paper chase take a flight make it way
Flip it and repeat it then ball in a hater face
Fuck em
I had sent the addy round the corner ion trust em
Smoking big woods big buds like clusters
Still got the hard and the soft for the customers
I'm the clean face I can get it thru customs
I ain't met a bitch that I could trust yet
O but I ain't upset hoe I'm up next
Say I make her feel good I got dope dick
Well Ima cut her off and make her go sick
Dog ass nigga how the fuck you got no fleas
You OG in the hood and you keep ya face clean
Bro got P's in the suitcase grinding for a new day
I just shot my shot got me green like this 2k
Had to save her name under Nike she just do it
I was writing this she sucking bopping to the music
Put her in reverse I grab her hips and watch her throw it
She say bae don't pull my hair to hard cause this a sew in
Need that weed I'm nauseous ain't paranoid I'm cautious
40 ain't no safety blood on the pavement
Police and sirens violence gun firing
All consequences when fuckin round with ya highness
I just switch em out that's how I'm gone solve em
Hit that switch on that heater you gone need more than AC
When the smoke finally fade last standing gone be me
You could be walking in these streets still run into some beef
And it's RIP lil Spencer bro it wasn't ya time to leave
Why you brought a bag ima fuck and you gone leave
I'm smoking a moon rock high as one of these
Bro just took ten years they call that a plea
Freedom ain't free when you the skin of we
Taking risks paper chase take a flight make it way
Flip it and repeat it then ball in a hater face
Fuck em
I had sent the addy round the corner ion trust em
Smoking big woods big buds like clusters
Still got the hard and the soft for the customers
I'm the clean face I can get it thru customs
I ain't met a bitch that I could trust yet
O but I ain't upset hoe I'm up next
Say I make her feel good I got dope dick
Well Ima cut her off and make her go sick
Dog ass nigga how the fuck you got no fleas
You OG in the hood and you keep ya face clean
Bro got P's in the suitcase grinding for a new day
I just shot my shot got me green like this 2k
Had to save her name under Nike she just do it
I was writing this she sucking bopping to the music
Put her in reverse I grab her hips and watch her throw it
She say bae don't pull my hair to hard cause this a sew in
Need that weed I'm nauseous ain't paranoid I'm cautious
40 ain't no safety blood on the pavement
Police and sirens violence gun firing
All consequences when fuckin round with ya highness
Credits
Writer(s): Shelton Knight Jr
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