Ugh, zee
I got wakin haze, my customers hoes sleep with me
we have small beef, i
still sell em o's for three fifty
they known when big beef, i'll pop 100
times
they like road kill, i live niggas brains on 189
and my down
bitches, they be ready to kill
i be like chill, they be like "thats my nigga
fo real"
Thats my nigga fo real 3x
I don't give a fuck if we dont sell a record
we still gunna get this money
in the bricks
spill it zee
I'm like santa clause, i deliver niggas grams raw
straight from panama,
they eat it up like hannibal
and my dons, they appear like magic wands
i
sell em to the crack of dawn, and destroy every track im on
plus i have a
clan packed in the back of vans
more raw than the taliban, murk you for a
half a gram
i get bboy a truck, yo truck in the river
fuck some doe, he be
like "thats my nigga fo real"
Thats my nigga fo real 3x
Scarecrow what, im trying to walk before i crawl
I want it all, ever since
i came outta my mommas walls
im trying to make so much doe when i write a
song
i can vite em all, while ya'll click on the corner selling final
calls
niggas mad at us, gladiators like maximus
we fabolous, while you
fall off like canabis's managers
my man d, you keep the nina pillin
zee,
point a mine and watch em soak em like sarina williams
Thats my nigga fo real 3x
Zee need buddha, E user
Be freelookers spittin from our pt cruisers
my
tank dont drop, i still got doe to make
got little niggas on rollerskates,
holdin my coke and weight
blow paper, hole chaser, doe raiser, joe
frasier
16 cellys and 4 pagers
go hype up your squad that they might fuck
with ours
i just light up cigars, go buy bikes, trucks and cars
got axe n
nitty in atlanta deep
ran the street, 10 grand a week
i got one word, dont
put ya man to sleep
and i love my jersey live bitches
they leave a nigga,
face with 35 stitches
they'll help me, cinder blocks and pushin kids so deep
in the oceans
they see where octopusses live
this label deal is for raws
pacin chill
i know mad heads, but still
Thats my nigga fo real 3x
Yeah what