Ochre

Pass an envelope
'Cause we tryna smoke
I be with my pole
I stay trying to poke

They don't wanna know, oh
Oh
They think it's a joke
Yeah that's what they hope

Yeah
Yeah
Think I seen a ghost
Coming out the blows from below
Got to pack it up and ship it north
Got to keep these motherfuckers on the dope

Yeah that money real
Said he gon' take it from me
I really doubt he will

I'm riding 'round
Counting my share of the drug deal
We safe and sound
Ain't nobody running up in here

And if they do, we throw it up, yeah
We hide the drugs, and we post up with them guns, yeah
Twist on the scope, yeah, we pew-pew-pew your whole head
Alarm the hoes, yeah
We got 'em all dead

My boy said victory
He said hooray
Honestly, I think I'm still fucked off the haze
Okay

Pass an envelope
'Cause we tryna smoke
I be with my pole
I stay trying to poke

They don't wanna know, oh
Oh
They think it's a joke
Yeah that's what they hope

Yeah
Yeah
Think I seen a ghost
Coming out the blows from below
Got to pack it up and ship it north
Got to keep these motherfuckers on the dope

Hey dickhead, I'm looking at your number
Are you sucking fucking prison cock?
Fuck's your problem dickwad?
I'm trying to cry more of my own natural tears
You know how you would do that?
Chop your fucking dick off, and cry more
Boo-hoo
Can you do that for me bro?
Hack your dick off, and shut your fucking mouth?
Can you shut your fucking mouth now, dude?
I thought I can count on you, it's the neighborly thing to do
The neighborly thing to do is for you to commit suicide
That's the neighborly thing to do
Can you do that for us bro?
Kill yourself



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Writer(s): Gwen Campbell
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