My Blick
J.P
The day I'm in that coffin better bury me with my stick
I don't give a fuck if I get old ima hop out with that switch
They act like they want beef Like they want smoke, but they ain't on shit
We pull up right now, right here, right now Just let me hop out with that switch
Better ask around about me he lucky he ain't get hit
They spinning' the town about me Know I be with the shit
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my blick
Like twin, he hit, they know, I'm it
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my gun
Gotta try and try again Luh Dawson He not goin' for none
She keep thinkin' they comin' to get me They really my son
The way I'm racking' up this pape I'm doin' shit for fun, yeah yeah
We be doin' shit for fun Smokin' palms through the day
Man, I'm higher than the sun Gripping' on this nine
Waiting for bro to try and run
Knock his lights out and carry him Just like my son
Yeah, yeah, like my son
Toting nine up in this clip, man, that shit really gotta drum
This ain't nine/11, but that plane is spinnin' down
All these people hatin' on my ass, a bunch of clowns
Save lil' bro life, he better be lucky that he ain't drown
Big walk down gang, cause we be walkin' hella shit down
Way we spinnin, spinnin, back to back like, marry, go around
I just took his bitch and took that hoe to pound town
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
The day I'm in that coffin, better burry me with my stick
I don't give a fuck if I get old, I'ma hop out with that switch
They act like they want beef, like they want smoke, but they ain't on shi
We pull up, right now, right here right now just let me hop out with the switch
Better ask around about me, he Lucky he ain't get hit
They spinning' the town about me, know I be with the shit
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my blick
Like twin, he hit, they know I'm it
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my gun
Gotta try and try again, Luh Dawson he not goin' for none
She keep thinkin' they comin' to get me, they really my son
The way I'm racking up this pape, I'm doin' shit for fun, yeah
The day I'm in that coffin better bury me with my stick
I don't give a fuck if I get old ima hop out with that switch
They act like they want beef Like they want smoke, but they ain't on shit
We pull up right now, right here, right now Just let me hop out with that switch
Better ask around about me he lucky he ain't get hit
They spinning' the town about me Know I be with the shit
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my blick
Like twin, he hit, they know, I'm it
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my gun
Gotta try and try again Luh Dawson He not goin' for none
She keep thinkin' they comin' to get me They really my son
The way I'm racking' up this pape I'm doin' shit for fun, yeah yeah
We be doin' shit for fun Smokin' palms through the day
Man, I'm higher than the sun Gripping' on this nine
Waiting for bro to try and run
Knock his lights out and carry him Just like my son
Yeah, yeah, like my son
Toting nine up in this clip, man, that shit really gotta drum
This ain't nine/11, but that plane is spinnin' down
All these people hatin' on my ass, a bunch of clowns
Save lil' bro life, he better be lucky that he ain't drown
Big walk down gang, cause we be walkin' hella shit down
Way we spinnin, spinnin, back to back like, marry, go around
I just took his bitch and took that hoe to pound town
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
The day I'm in that coffin, better burry me with my stick
I don't give a fuck if I get old, I'ma hop out with that switch
They act like they want beef, like they want smoke, but they ain't on shi
We pull up, right now, right here right now just let me hop out with the switch
Better ask around about me, he Lucky he ain't get hit
They spinning' the town about me, know I be with the shit
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my blick
Like twin, he hit, they know I'm it
And if I ever go out, I'ma go out with my gun
Gotta try and try again, Luh Dawson he not goin' for none
She keep thinkin' they comin' to get me, they really my son
The way I'm racking up this pape, I'm doin' shit for fun, yeah
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Writer(s): Dawson Rodgers
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