Khalifa Mints
Electronic heads poppin'
So chronic feds watchin'
We just tell em no comment
Next topic we got drums in the base
Runts to the face guns in the place
Will get you spun like a tape
So please don't run to the po po
That's no no like low blows
Want us in their photos
But don't know we're loco
Trapped in like snow globes broke homes
Trapping out that homegrown
Now he grown from his own flows
Don't row no boats all they do is showboat
Don't know we
So road flown loads don't need to show boats
So dope blown smoke so we don't phone
Better off or DnD
We got the drop like DnB
We got the rocks like PnB
So we don't stop at bnb's
Electronic heads poppin'
So chronic feds watchin'
We just tell em no comment
Next topic need some reefer hits
Of Khalifa Mints or I'm eating trips
They ride on the beat or biting their bars
I'm writing to sleep but my lines in the dark
They rip from my vines but I don't sip wine
So quick with my rhymes but I don't sniff lines
We just mark it on the market
Like I'm parking with the martians
Cause our margin is the largest
Miss the whole crew
Told you we the target
We some soldiers
But ain't folding like the last did
So fuck the old blue
We'll be sparking olden gaskets
Till we're marching golden caskets
So fuck the old blue
We'll be sparking olden gaskets
Till we're marching golden caskets
So chronic feds watchin'
We just tell em no comment
Next topic we got drums in the base
Runts to the face guns in the place
Will get you spun like a tape
So please don't run to the po po
That's no no like low blows
Want us in their photos
But don't know we're loco
Trapped in like snow globes broke homes
Trapping out that homegrown
Now he grown from his own flows
Don't row no boats all they do is showboat
Don't know we
So road flown loads don't need to show boats
So dope blown smoke so we don't phone
Better off or DnD
We got the drop like DnB
We got the rocks like PnB
So we don't stop at bnb's
Electronic heads poppin'
So chronic feds watchin'
We just tell em no comment
Next topic need some reefer hits
Of Khalifa Mints or I'm eating trips
They ride on the beat or biting their bars
I'm writing to sleep but my lines in the dark
They rip from my vines but I don't sip wine
So quick with my rhymes but I don't sniff lines
We just mark it on the market
Like I'm parking with the martians
Cause our margin is the largest
Miss the whole crew
Told you we the target
We some soldiers
But ain't folding like the last did
So fuck the old blue
We'll be sparking olden gaskets
Till we're marching golden caskets
So fuck the old blue
We'll be sparking olden gaskets
Till we're marching golden caskets
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