Long Live Sensei
Trap do a number, really move a bag
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
All my bitches, got a fat ass
Freak hoes, suck the dick off the xan
Take that nigga off, he won't stand a chance
Up the fye on him, pop him and his mans
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Whoa, whoa
I'm the young OG's, but callin' shots the sensei
Got the got drop on the op, youngins pull up and they infiltrate
Real shooters quick to whack a nigga, before they get paid
Real shooters quick to whack a nigga, for a lil' stain
Money make the world go around I took risk to elevate
I'm in the coupe, doin' the dash, smokin' gas, tryin' to meditate
Bad bitch suck my dick so good, damn near crashed on the interstate
I just popped two addies, cause it's hard for me to concentrate
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Sleepin' on the floor, that K right next to me
Had roaches on the table, barely had shit to eat
No I ain't have cable, so I tuned in to the streets
I tuned in to the streets, the streets the livest I ever seen
Goin' against the grain made a man out me
I took a couple niggas off, just to gain profits
I'm swingin' sticks when I get active call it playin' hockey
Gotta smack them freak hoes till they squirt just like a water fountain
I did some dirt inside them trenches, no you wouldn't know non 'bout it
And if I told you what I did, then you won't come around
Got shooters plottin' on a op they ready to catch a body
I turned my main into a trapper whatever you need she got it
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
All my bitches, got a fat ass
Freak hoes, suck the dick off the xan
Take that nigga off, he won't stand a chance
Up the fye on him, pop him and his mans
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Whoa, whoa
I'm the young OG's, but callin' shots the sensei
Got the got drop on the op, youngins pull up and they infiltrate
Real shooters quick to whack a nigga, before they get paid
Real shooters quick to whack a nigga, for a lil' stain
Money make the world go around I took risk to elevate
I'm in the coupe, doin' the dash, smokin' gas, tryin' to meditate
Bad bitch suck my dick so good, damn near crashed on the interstate
I just popped two addies, cause it's hard for me to concentrate
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Sleepin' on the floor, that K right next to me
Had roaches on the table, barely had shit to eat
No I ain't have cable, so I tuned in to the streets
I tuned in to the streets, the streets the livest I ever seen
Goin' against the grain made a man out me
I took a couple niggas off, just to gain profits
I'm swingin' sticks when I get active call it playin' hockey
Gotta smack them freak hoes till they squirt just like a water fountain
I did some dirt inside them trenches, no you wouldn't know non 'bout it
And if I told you what I did, then you won't come around
Got shooters plottin' on a op they ready to catch a body
I turned my main into a trapper whatever you need she got it
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Tax 'em on a bag, hit 'em with a swag
Racks on me, I don't need no advance
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
Blowin' gas in the coupe, doin' the dash
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Writer(s): Michael Hawkins
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