[Intro]
Al Geno on the muhfuckin' track
Smoke a opp like...
Smoke a opp like runtz you know
[Chorus]
Only man I fear is God
G-GLock, we don't do bodyguards
Pray my lil' one keep a pistol, just make sure I don't name 'em Rod
Percocet with Tylenol
Don't slip up, my cup filled with [?]
Get tripped up, blick him out the car
Won't let 'em get off, fuck his job
I woke up right where the robbers lay
Bankroll, all blue, Marvin Gaye
Chopper, chopper, Harley Davidson
Plan B, Offset, Cartier
Hi-tek, my bad, Cardi B
I fucked and got up, pardon me
In the streets, its eat or get ate, I can't have 'em starving me
[Verse]
If you hit him up and he don't die, that mean you failed the mission
Three things I can't do is pay for pussy, rat, or sell my glizzy
Say youngin, you don't got to steal another flat, now we on television
Actin' like they fuck with me, I seen your crooked smiles, I buy 'em veneers
Twenty bags inside a bag, we put him on a greyhound
They murked ya dawg, you said you'd slide, if you did it was on a playground
Hit the kill switch, don't get up, lay down
Ugly thick shit, ass up, face down
Streets are wicked, R.I.P. Marlo
Really ain't your shit if you paying a car note
We had smoke, me and you can't high five
Inside joke, these niggas ain't outside
Inside coat pocket, all black .45
Made it out the trenches, no map, help, no guide
Killing a vibe, I hold her wig
Asked for my ID, I showed her the sig
Pull the strings out the forces, put 'em on a mac
You ain't really gotta aim, fully automatic
Free lunch, Pyrex, brunch, you know
He on his third strike, I pray he bunt ,you know
Smoke a opp like runtz you know
Inhale, exhale, bunch of smoke
Al Geno on the muhfuckin' track
Smoke a opp like...
Smoke a opp like runtz you know
[Chorus]
Only man I fear is God
G-GLock, we don't do bodyguards
Pray my lil' one keep a pistol, just make sure I don't name 'em Rod
Percocet with Tylenol
Don't slip up, my cup filled with [?]
Get tripped up, blick him out the car
Won't let 'em get off, fuck his job
I woke up right where the robbers lay
Bankroll, all blue, Marvin Gaye
Chopper, chopper, Harley Davidson
Plan B, Offset, Cartier
Hi-tek, my bad, Cardi B
I fucked and got up, pardon me
In the streets, its eat or get ate, I can't have 'em starving me
[Verse]
If you hit him up and he don't die, that mean you failed the mission
Three things I can't do is pay for pussy, rat, or sell my glizzy
Say youngin, you don't got to steal another flat, now we on television
Actin' like they fuck with me, I seen your crooked smiles, I buy 'em veneers
Twenty bags inside a bag, we put him on a greyhound
They murked ya dawg, you said you'd slide, if you did it was on a playground
Hit the kill switch, don't get up, lay down
Ugly thick shit, ass up, face down
Streets are wicked, R.I.P. Marlo
Really ain't your shit if you paying a car note
We had smoke, me and you can't high five
Inside joke, these niggas ain't outside
Inside coat pocket, all black .45
Made it out the trenches, no map, help, no guide
Killing a vibe, I hold her wig
Asked for my ID, I showed her the sig
Pull the strings out the forces, put 'em on a mac
You ain't really gotta aim, fully automatic
Free lunch, Pyrex, brunch, you know
He on his third strike, I pray he bunt ,you know
Smoke a opp like runtz you know
Inhale, exhale, bunch of smoke
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