WTF!
He got hit
Now he need him a doctor
And yall niggas too bummy
Can't stop us
Got the blicky
Hid that in my locker
On tha block
Yeah i hang with the robbers
And your girls is a treesh
Had block her
She fiending for me
On the real gotta stop her
He act crazyy get hit in his matta
Hit him one time
He gon need him a doctor
Hit him once hit him twice
I really go crazy
I don't wanna fight
Hit a blunt it feels nice
I don't want no problems
We shoot u on sight
Hit him once hit him twice
I really go crazy
I don't wanna fight
Hit a blunt it feels nice
U don't want no problems
We shoot u on sight
I came with my stick
Every where i gotta keep a blick
Im in the lab
Like im morty and ricky
Call me Pablo
Cause im moving bricks
I'm making my money
So fuck all the risks
Just like Kanan
I walk with a piece
Soon I'll be flying way over seas
He got hit
Now he need him a doctor
And yall niggas too bum my
Can't stop us
Got the blicky
Hid that in my locker
On tha block
Yeah i hang with the robbers
And your girls is a treesh
Had block her
She fiending for me
On the real gotta stop her
He act crazyy get hit in his matta
Hit him one time
He gon need him a doctor
Now he need him a doctor
And yall niggas too bummy
Can't stop us
Got the blicky
Hid that in my locker
On tha block
Yeah i hang with the robbers
And your girls is a treesh
Had block her
She fiending for me
On the real gotta stop her
He act crazyy get hit in his matta
Hit him one time
He gon need him a doctor
Hit him once hit him twice
I really go crazy
I don't wanna fight
Hit a blunt it feels nice
I don't want no problems
We shoot u on sight
Hit him once hit him twice
I really go crazy
I don't wanna fight
Hit a blunt it feels nice
U don't want no problems
We shoot u on sight
I came with my stick
Every where i gotta keep a blick
Im in the lab
Like im morty and ricky
Call me Pablo
Cause im moving bricks
I'm making my money
So fuck all the risks
Just like Kanan
I walk with a piece
Soon I'll be flying way over seas
He got hit
Now he need him a doctor
And yall niggas too bum my
Can't stop us
Got the blicky
Hid that in my locker
On tha block
Yeah i hang with the robbers
And your girls is a treesh
Had block her
She fiending for me
On the real gotta stop her
He act crazyy get hit in his matta
Hit him one time
He gon need him a doctor
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Writer(s): Ricky Gichohi
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