90 Days
it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta
fred out at hide park rollin chasin paper
known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm smokin'
lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin'
I aint wit that scuffin shit, or wit being broken
waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what i was hopin
spotted me a nigga, candy paint a hundred spokin
sippin on his liquor wit that blowface on that cokin
bullets they will burn just like lava that is molten
you victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin
always kept a thang and bandana never knowin
when I have ta git my mayne, pull em out and poke em
all up in ya grill ya drops it off, cuz i have spoken
I know that your sick, but lets not git ya momma mopin'
snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg it's hissin
he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin.
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects
east memphis where we make the stang and thats to far bet
nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said whatcha like
sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights
made tha quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound
straight ta gangstaz house with no remorse we broke it down down
20 dollar bags all in north memphis servin' em up
ridin wit these bogus tags, mayne we aint givin a fuck
map core on chelsea ave, seen tha sucka that we got
we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin hot
raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin
I returned tha favor you know me no questions askin
donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got blocked in
I hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the glock in
to the garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga
wit them three bags gangsta fred wit his steel trigga
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
fred out at hide park rollin chasin paper
known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm smokin'
lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin'
I aint wit that scuffin shit, or wit being broken
waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what i was hopin
spotted me a nigga, candy paint a hundred spokin
sippin on his liquor wit that blowface on that cokin
bullets they will burn just like lava that is molten
you victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin
always kept a thang and bandana never knowin
when I have ta git my mayne, pull em out and poke em
all up in ya grill ya drops it off, cuz i have spoken
I know that your sick, but lets not git ya momma mopin'
snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg it's hissin
he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin.
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects
east memphis where we make the stang and thats to far bet
nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said whatcha like
sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights
made tha quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound
straight ta gangstaz house with no remorse we broke it down down
20 dollar bags all in north memphis servin' em up
ridin wit these bogus tags, mayne we aint givin a fuck
map core on chelsea ave, seen tha sucka that we got
we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin hot
raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin
I returned tha favor you know me no questions askin
donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got blocked in
I hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the glock in
to the garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga
wit them three bags gangsta fred wit his steel trigga
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)
3 bags and a firearm(that aint shit)
bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)
police all at my mommas home(that aint shit)
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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul D Beauregard
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