Core Four

Loaded off them Xans
Don Cannon in my hand
I'll get to hitting at your mans
I really don't give a damn

They call me Peter Pan from all the smoke
I'm honey roasted
This flow cause bloody noses
And my gang all money focused

Hush the hocus pocus
What we brewing leave you hopeless
Bro gon' leave you homeless
If you keep on touching comas

Uhhh
I don't want her
That girl not toxic
Keep it in my pocket
Blast off: Team Rocket
9millis get to rushing like a mosh pit
All of 'em hit, now he blue like Sonic

Hook, jab, hook, scoop if we box
If niggas get to tweaking Nina Ross gon' get to popping
Told niggas better watch how I'm rocking
I got the same eyes as a motherfucking goblin

Goblins and gold
Stories foretold
The money is new
But my soul is old
Conducting the train
Conducting the show
Shoulder the role
Colder than snow

Oh woah I'm cold
No matter the flow
I know what I know
The money gon' grow
Them peaches gon' show
Them bitches gon' moan
The snitches gon' roam
My britches won't fold

Y'all niggas be sweeter than Reese's
Never tryna pay the fee-fee for the gasoline
Never understood why the fuck they hassle me
Know a nigga plugged in like I'm part of faculty

Pardon my interruption
We plugged in at the function
They think we're up to something
Those thugging country bumpkins
Always cause disruptions
With no repercussions
Hear the speakers bumping
Is that the Leakers coming
Your girl wanna procreate
I said no but I'm pro-create
Hope that I'm not too late
Load that bong, got a song to make
Then I gotta hit the bank
Wells Fargo 'cause I don't Chase
No I don't save face
No play dates, I just say grace



Credits
Writer(s): Jerry King
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