America's Least Wanted
Standing on bidness
It's slim guwop offa them moon rocks
I hit em to stun em, I feel chapo in my tube socks
I got two pills I got two strips in them red rocks I wan know
Come on vamanos, let's go
Come and validate the boy
Got my daddy saying I'm proud of you
And that's real shit cuz I felt it
I might shed a tear or two for the review me, who I know is jealous
Yeah I like drugs but rather just sell it
Yeah I like love when itfeel synthetic
Yeah I like uh
Yeah I might shrug it off poetic, mane
Ion know who said it
If they meant it, ion really give a fuck
I ain't one to go a press a button or stress over that simple stuff
Bitch I rather just stunt
Bitch I rather smoke runts
They got punks who claiming that junk been all in they veins
Knowing they bluff
Man I smoke a boy in a blunt
Codeine in my gut
I got two hoes and they fist fighting for quick bite of the sun
For a goodnight of that fun
Feel like Fez I got what they want
Feel I'm heaven sent so I taunt
Feel I'm etiquette on that cross
See I'm stepping hard, you hardly stepping
Northside till I 6 under
Ain't no gangs up in New Orleans, it's a ward war where I flourish
So just bask in my glory and just tap into that demon boy
You see the sun but you don't see the boy
Faith fear what I seen before
Standing on bidness
It's slim guwop offa them moon rocks
I hit em to stun em, I feel chapo in my tube socks
I got two pills I got two strips in them red rocks I wan know
Come on vamanos, let's go
Come and validate the boy
It's slim guwop offa them moon rocks
I hit em to stun em, I feel chapo in my tube socks
I got two pills I got two strips in them red rocks I wan know
Come on vamanos, let's go
Come and validate the boy
Got my daddy saying I'm proud of you
And that's real shit cuz I felt it
I might shed a tear or two for the review me, who I know is jealous
Yeah I like drugs but rather just sell it
Yeah I like love when itfeel synthetic
Yeah I like uh
Yeah I might shrug it off poetic, mane
Ion know who said it
If they meant it, ion really give a fuck
I ain't one to go a press a button or stress over that simple stuff
Bitch I rather just stunt
Bitch I rather smoke runts
They got punks who claiming that junk been all in they veins
Knowing they bluff
Man I smoke a boy in a blunt
Codeine in my gut
I got two hoes and they fist fighting for quick bite of the sun
For a goodnight of that fun
Feel like Fez I got what they want
Feel I'm heaven sent so I taunt
Feel I'm etiquette on that cross
See I'm stepping hard, you hardly stepping
Northside till I 6 under
Ain't no gangs up in New Orleans, it's a ward war where I flourish
So just bask in my glory and just tap into that demon boy
You see the sun but you don't see the boy
Faith fear what I seen before
Standing on bidness
It's slim guwop offa them moon rocks
I hit em to stun em, I feel chapo in my tube socks
I got two pills I got two strips in them red rocks I wan know
Come on vamanos, let's go
Come and validate the boy
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Writer(s): Justy Arceneaux
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