Opp K
All my friends, they try to stop me
But I'm too deep up in this life
Like I ain't crazy, snatch that nigga's soul
Puncture him with a knife
Now your momma holdin' in the ashes,
Hangin' on it tight
We gon' turn him to a vegetable,
Slide up through the night
Now I'm smokin' on that
Shh,
Cause I know who, what, where was
Like I ain't crazy, smokin' on that kush,
Bive myself a buzz
I bet he does,
He said like, why you slidin',
I just said because
And why y'all niggas always hoppin' dick,
Y'all niggas be fuzz
All my friends, they try to stop me
But I'm too deep up in this life
Like I ain't crazy, snatch that nigga's soul,
Puncture him with a knife
And now your momma holdin' in the ashes,
Hangin' on it tight
Now we gon' turn him to a vegetable,
Slide up through the night
We just killed off you're Top Shotta,
He was dead up on the scene
I just fucked another baddie,
Got myself another breed
I made him pee,
They don't like my ass,
You know I agree
Dont mess with BanJugg, he be finger itchin',
Caught a first degree
All my friends, they try to stop me
But I'm too deep up in this life
Like I ain't crazy, snatch that nigga's soul,
Puncture him with a knife
And now your momma holdin' in the ashes,
Hangin' on it tight
And we gon' turn him to a vegetable,
Slide up through the night
But I'm too deep up in this life
Like I ain't crazy, snatch that nigga's soul
Puncture him with a knife
Now your momma holdin' in the ashes,
Hangin' on it tight
We gon' turn him to a vegetable,
Slide up through the night
Now I'm smokin' on that
Shh,
Cause I know who, what, where was
Like I ain't crazy, smokin' on that kush,
Bive myself a buzz
I bet he does,
He said like, why you slidin',
I just said because
And why y'all niggas always hoppin' dick,
Y'all niggas be fuzz
All my friends, they try to stop me
But I'm too deep up in this life
Like I ain't crazy, snatch that nigga's soul,
Puncture him with a knife
And now your momma holdin' in the ashes,
Hangin' on it tight
Now we gon' turn him to a vegetable,
Slide up through the night
We just killed off you're Top Shotta,
He was dead up on the scene
I just fucked another baddie,
Got myself another breed
I made him pee,
They don't like my ass,
You know I agree
Dont mess with BanJugg, he be finger itchin',
Caught a first degree
All my friends, they try to stop me
But I'm too deep up in this life
Like I ain't crazy, snatch that nigga's soul,
Puncture him with a knife
And now your momma holdin' in the ashes,
Hangin' on it tight
And we gon' turn him to a vegetable,
Slide up through the night
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