, dirty like its plants in it Sick spit a pandemic, crack and Cancer mixed with cannabis To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and shit
ain't pretty as mine Cause my candy, worth mo' than money can buy Brought it to Funkmaster Flex and seen a grown man cry For my candy, sittin on nuttin but glass
more So I wait for your eyes I was reading your plays Put a light to my smoke with a shotgun kiss Find your lips through the haze With a twist in my glass
little legs get long enough to reach the gas Once you put her on the floor one time there ain't no turning back" Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage
' all belligerent Man I'm sick of this I shouldn'ta told nobody I mean three's company, but four cars makes a party Mental note: lock the garage, hide
that work? what you think, yes i did, i didn't, actually that wasnt true and if you aspire to hustle thats a how-to to you [stem-thin glass tube used
quick You just talking, and I'm the big shit Without mentioning my hit list, for instance Color dunk show, got 'em all yo Got a different car, under each garage
Goose No joke I bust back Kid for real, watch your buttcrack Entourages, movin neighborhoods like Mr. Rogers Slam rhymes on concrete, mash em up in car garages
and the Crips love 'em. {SHADYVILLE! } Cuzin' - we got the city on smash Now I'm at the stop like they put titties on the glass. I'm the leader of the
Never thought that little bush in that baggie would have me hooked I'm a pothead, everyone look, and point your fingers At the bad guys, with the cottonmouths and glass
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas. (We make the world go round) Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour glass
kinda like beef stew. they askin if its stuff to wear what i got on each shoe cause im ridin on the type of glass that aint see through...baby [Hook
Lew Hawk Dome, I'm thinking about putting my face on Hundred dollar bills I'm thinking what the fuck do this boy got up in his suite cause I'm zero tolerence on the premo glass
Listen.. They say rapping's a waste of knowledge "Take ya ass to college" Now they broke ass call us Tryin to ask for dollars Sittin behing glass Impala
rocks wishin i had my sack but I left it a Pak?s vape rips got me trippin shit I almost got lost walkin? up to my own crib comin from the garage but
of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses