Mark Gasol (feat. RonneyMo)
Yo I say blunt got me so far gone young money drizzy drake
Just rolled up a game i ain't talking bout no silly prank
Ya day one's can change on you like what's up in piggy banks
Ya bitch think I'm hot dog I gave ya deer sincerely frank
Niggas at the top yeah a spot told 'em hold me one
Never wanna give a king props bitch I'm the chosen one
0 to 1 I'm down one game means only rolled me one
Perfect chick I'm mad that never existed like Kobe son
Hard all I know to ball
If a nigga pussy he can't get no dap at all
I can't give no pow to no mark that's Gasol
This a van pack my shit loud off the wall
Uh yeah
I'm nasty with it
Its art how I put in work I'm crafty with it
If it's to me make sure it's to me make sure you at me with it
Bitches choosing yeah they picking me yeah I'm nappy with it
Smoke my own blunts don't wanna match bitch I'm Tacky with it
Just because you got that shit now don't mean you lasting with it
Bitches just give me that twat ain't gotta ask to get it
Shorty rode me like a boss she manages to override
Too dedicated I do not fit with 'em got Overdrive
You know the vibes Omaha
Had to change that play up
When u get it spend like 10% the rest you save up
I will never ride no nigga's wave don't want no fade cut
3 strands in the blunt something like you twist a braid up
Aye let me see that lighter T
Saint
Let me get right
They soft spoken they ain't speaking up
I gotta keep it tuck
It's Biscayne the streets heating up yeah
40 on me like I'm sweeping up
I'm from a place where certain colors get you beaten up
Beating us shit it's no way that ya team enough
I got the whole scouting report and you don't scheme enough
I pull up on ya bitch I heard her throat was deep as fuck
I contradict her hold her head down but tell her keep it up
These copper-field niggas getting tricky
They tipsy
Jack Dan cats feeling whiskey
Spent a house on a Richard Millie
I'm popping niggas on the road just like willy nilly
Buck 50
Buck 50
I been waiting on these niggas to fuck with me
I'm never lacking got a Mac in the truck with me
Told my haters Im up you Niggas is stuck with me
I got a thousand bars here's a thousand one
The way I use my words is intentional it's not a pun
I'll give ya round a bout so we could settle this without a gun
You getting beat 100 straights and I ain't talking drum
Back on block but I'm joker how I pass rock
Move very patient but you never seen the stats drop
I know niggas shooting on the block and the blacktop
Talking on the court get you folded like a laptop stupid nigga
Just rolled up a game i ain't talking bout no silly prank
Ya day one's can change on you like what's up in piggy banks
Ya bitch think I'm hot dog I gave ya deer sincerely frank
Niggas at the top yeah a spot told 'em hold me one
Never wanna give a king props bitch I'm the chosen one
0 to 1 I'm down one game means only rolled me one
Perfect chick I'm mad that never existed like Kobe son
Hard all I know to ball
If a nigga pussy he can't get no dap at all
I can't give no pow to no mark that's Gasol
This a van pack my shit loud off the wall
Uh yeah
I'm nasty with it
Its art how I put in work I'm crafty with it
If it's to me make sure it's to me make sure you at me with it
Bitches choosing yeah they picking me yeah I'm nappy with it
Smoke my own blunts don't wanna match bitch I'm Tacky with it
Just because you got that shit now don't mean you lasting with it
Bitches just give me that twat ain't gotta ask to get it
Shorty rode me like a boss she manages to override
Too dedicated I do not fit with 'em got Overdrive
You know the vibes Omaha
Had to change that play up
When u get it spend like 10% the rest you save up
I will never ride no nigga's wave don't want no fade cut
3 strands in the blunt something like you twist a braid up
Aye let me see that lighter T
Saint
Let me get right
They soft spoken they ain't speaking up
I gotta keep it tuck
It's Biscayne the streets heating up yeah
40 on me like I'm sweeping up
I'm from a place where certain colors get you beaten up
Beating us shit it's no way that ya team enough
I got the whole scouting report and you don't scheme enough
I pull up on ya bitch I heard her throat was deep as fuck
I contradict her hold her head down but tell her keep it up
These copper-field niggas getting tricky
They tipsy
Jack Dan cats feeling whiskey
Spent a house on a Richard Millie
I'm popping niggas on the road just like willy nilly
Buck 50
Buck 50
I been waiting on these niggas to fuck with me
I'm never lacking got a Mac in the truck with me
Told my haters Im up you Niggas is stuck with me
I got a thousand bars here's a thousand one
The way I use my words is intentional it's not a pun
I'll give ya round a bout so we could settle this without a gun
You getting beat 100 straights and I ain't talking drum
Back on block but I'm joker how I pass rock
Move very patient but you never seen the stats drop
I know niggas shooting on the block and the blacktop
Talking on the court get you folded like a laptop stupid nigga
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Writer(s): Ronney Walker Ii
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