DARTY
Only losers be quitting these percocets got me trippin'
These donkey nuts keep the switches
Like "phhrrrr" hit him he flippin'
Went from pumping these corners
To pushing Rovers and Chauffeurs
This choppa hurtin' my shoulder
Can't feel my face I turn over
I've been on these drugs so long
And now my insides be turning
Wake up in the morning light a dart keep it burnin'
Bless his block he convertin'
This K hole deep got me slurring
I'ma spin out this Mazzi
I'm talking faded and choppy
Hit the blunt when I wake up chest smokey
I'm pushing sit-ups
Pint inside my liter it's fizzin' I got the hick-ups
When I walk out my door I never forget my heata
This a 9 milly drilla fist down so I got my stick up
I love my pistol got switches
I love my bitches got bitches
I've been leanin' way too hard I think my vision still tripping
She said baby love ya Converse this be Rick when I'm steppin'
I'm too faded off these Percies goddamit I'm sweating
Bad bitch flexer
Montclair stepper
We gon' keep some glocks but I need me a real missile
Real drank sipper
Rolls-Royce whipper
Who that fat boy? Man the # 1 trendsetter
Hold that rolly in the sky if you be ballin' a lot
Put that pistol by your side if you gon' hit up the block
If you not fuckin' on no bad bitches you not in my squad
Made a mil off all this rap shit but I need me more knots
These donkey nuts keep the switches
Like "phhrrrr" hit him he flippin'
Went from pumping these corners
To pushing Rovers and Chauffeurs
This choppa hurtin' my shoulder
Can't feel my face I turn over
I've been on these drugs so long
And now my insides be turning
Wake up in the morning light a dart keep it burnin'
Bless his block he convertin'
This K hole deep got me slurring
I'ma spin out this Mazzi
I'm talking faded and choppy
Hit the blunt when I wake up chest smokey
I'm pushing sit-ups
Pint inside my liter it's fizzin' I got the hick-ups
When I walk out my door I never forget my heata
This a 9 milly drilla fist down so I got my stick up
I love my pistol got switches
I love my bitches got bitches
I've been leanin' way too hard I think my vision still tripping
She said baby love ya Converse this be Rick when I'm steppin'
I'm too faded off these Percies goddamit I'm sweating
Bad bitch flexer
Montclair stepper
We gon' keep some glocks but I need me a real missile
Real drank sipper
Rolls-Royce whipper
Who that fat boy? Man the # 1 trendsetter
Hold that rolly in the sky if you be ballin' a lot
Put that pistol by your side if you gon' hit up the block
If you not fuckin' on no bad bitches you not in my squad
Made a mil off all this rap shit but I need me more knots
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