where ends meet
Yeah I've been through it all, I don't know when its over
Bitch came over, took a sip like the soda
Didn't know my past, so I went ahead and showed her
And I got a few strains, let me know what we smokin'
Always coming at me cause I'm first, like the blue shells
Fuck it I get Ms, not Luigi, I don't take Ls
Thought you was my brother, yeah I knew that you was gon tell
Homer on the chain, blue diamonds cause I set sail
I be in ya bitch mouth like a hot one
Shawty hit me for another trip in the shotgun
And the bitch bad, white chick, Emma Watson
Imma make a tape with that hoe, without the caution
It's some hitters that'll get you from Crenshaw and Slauson
But I never made me an opp, got no problems
Yeah I just stick to the models, I don't drop them
These hoes stay up late to go bottle service
12 o'clock hit, and that bitch in there twerkin'
A lot of fake homies all around me for certain
I shower in Hennessy, I'm closing that curtain
I'm selfish, I'm choosy, I'll still buy you Birkins
And i dress in Amiri, big socks like the stockings
Knew that he a scammer, so I went ahead and blocked him
Yeah I love my new girl, she hates to go shopping
But I still go splurge on that chick cause she stunning
Pick up the drank
Pick up the smoke
Fuck with my squad we gon' get at your bros
Got me some money, it's all for my folks
And my hoe be like Shaq at the free-throw, she choke
Pick up the kush
Pick up the lighter
Pick up the D'usse, yeah I'm on fire
I do it on my own, I'm a self-made writer
I can't ever get caught in these streets as a liar
Pick up the drank
Pick up the smoke
Fuck with my squad we gon' get at your bros
Got me some money, it's all for my folks
And my hoe be like Shaq at the free-throw, she choke
Pick up the kush
Pick up the lighter
Pick up the D'usse, yeah I'm on fire
I do it on my own, I'm a self-made writer
I can't ever get caught in these streets as a liar
That lame that you fucken with is cheap
Yeah I'm one guy but I'm worth a hundred G's
I was born on the West, but I fuck with the East
I aint ever leaving home, I aint leavin' out my peeps
Fuck the peace, I don't ever get that shit for free
I can't sit at home in silence, why these people gotta scream
I just gotta thug it out, how it's always finna be
But I wouldn't trade my life, I'm still on two feet
Yeah I'm still on both feet, yeah I made it out the sheets
Yeah they had me on probation, I aint worried 'bout the chiefs
Fuck 12, they aint ever getting nothing out of me
On god, you ain't lockin me up as a teen
Lock me up, I'm outof touch
Together too long, now my heart is out of love
How you say you need me, but you never needed me
You never seen me, cause you always seen the greens
Yeah, tie me up just like a bun
I thought we had love, it was all for the fun
How you say liked me, you ain't never fuck with me
You never said things, yeah you knew our ends would meet
Pick up the drank
Pick up the smoke
Fuck with my squad we gon' get at your bros
Got me some money, it's all for my folks
And my hoe be like Shaq at the free-throw, she choke
Pick up the kush
Pick up the lighter
Pick up the D'usse, yeah I'm on fire
I do it on my own, I'm a self-made writer
I can't ever get caught in these streets as a liar
Bitch came over, took a sip like the soda
Didn't know my past, so I went ahead and showed her
And I got a few strains, let me know what we smokin'
Always coming at me cause I'm first, like the blue shells
Fuck it I get Ms, not Luigi, I don't take Ls
Thought you was my brother, yeah I knew that you was gon tell
Homer on the chain, blue diamonds cause I set sail
I be in ya bitch mouth like a hot one
Shawty hit me for another trip in the shotgun
And the bitch bad, white chick, Emma Watson
Imma make a tape with that hoe, without the caution
It's some hitters that'll get you from Crenshaw and Slauson
But I never made me an opp, got no problems
Yeah I just stick to the models, I don't drop them
These hoes stay up late to go bottle service
12 o'clock hit, and that bitch in there twerkin'
A lot of fake homies all around me for certain
I shower in Hennessy, I'm closing that curtain
I'm selfish, I'm choosy, I'll still buy you Birkins
And i dress in Amiri, big socks like the stockings
Knew that he a scammer, so I went ahead and blocked him
Yeah I love my new girl, she hates to go shopping
But I still go splurge on that chick cause she stunning
Pick up the drank
Pick up the smoke
Fuck with my squad we gon' get at your bros
Got me some money, it's all for my folks
And my hoe be like Shaq at the free-throw, she choke
Pick up the kush
Pick up the lighter
Pick up the D'usse, yeah I'm on fire
I do it on my own, I'm a self-made writer
I can't ever get caught in these streets as a liar
Pick up the drank
Pick up the smoke
Fuck with my squad we gon' get at your bros
Got me some money, it's all for my folks
And my hoe be like Shaq at the free-throw, she choke
Pick up the kush
Pick up the lighter
Pick up the D'usse, yeah I'm on fire
I do it on my own, I'm a self-made writer
I can't ever get caught in these streets as a liar
That lame that you fucken with is cheap
Yeah I'm one guy but I'm worth a hundred G's
I was born on the West, but I fuck with the East
I aint ever leaving home, I aint leavin' out my peeps
Fuck the peace, I don't ever get that shit for free
I can't sit at home in silence, why these people gotta scream
I just gotta thug it out, how it's always finna be
But I wouldn't trade my life, I'm still on two feet
Yeah I'm still on both feet, yeah I made it out the sheets
Yeah they had me on probation, I aint worried 'bout the chiefs
Fuck 12, they aint ever getting nothing out of me
On god, you ain't lockin me up as a teen
Lock me up, I'm outof touch
Together too long, now my heart is out of love
How you say you need me, but you never needed me
You never seen me, cause you always seen the greens
Yeah, tie me up just like a bun
I thought we had love, it was all for the fun
How you say liked me, you ain't never fuck with me
You never said things, yeah you knew our ends would meet
Pick up the drank
Pick up the smoke
Fuck with my squad we gon' get at your bros
Got me some money, it's all for my folks
And my hoe be like Shaq at the free-throw, she choke
Pick up the kush
Pick up the lighter
Pick up the D'usse, yeah I'm on fire
I do it on my own, I'm a self-made writer
I can't ever get caught in these streets as a liar
Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Kravtsov
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