It's fuck my nigga
Rep Taylor Gang
Wassup my nigga?
Big as a truck my nigga
That's the bag I'm smokin'
You brag I'm hopin' that
You got some shit, too
That's real shit
That a nigga do
Like leave a joint on the table
Smoke, I don't drink sir, I'm not Maple
No, and not able to hate on me, shit
And the money I get
Make a nigga rich
Make a bitch nigga sit
Make a hoe get on dick
Come to the crib and just strip
Put a joint to my lips
And get highed up, scryed up
I mean skied up
My niggas fried
But don't try to run up on us
'Cause it might happen
For the streets nigga, I ain't just rappin'
I gotta couple niggas cappin'
Hatin' on me
But when you see me you dapin'
What's happenin'?
You a fuck nigga
I'm on the roll
Gettin' bucks nigga
Gettin' paid
Gettin' laid
You a roach nigga gettin' sprayed
By the Raid (are you there)
And them cops wanna raid us
Bitch niggas wanna hate us
But them niggas can't fade us
I gotta afro, bad hoes
Know a nigga name
Yeah I'm on the plane
Smellin' like weed
Bringin' my trees with me
Everywhere I go
And everywhere I blow
Hella dope
Hella smoke
Hella dope
Hella smoke
Hella dope
Hella smoke
Hella dope
Hella smoke
Hella dope
Hella smoke
Hella dope
Hella smoke
Hella dope
Hella smoke
I blow
Hella dope
Hella smoke
