[Verse 1]
I mix it with a bit of baking soda
In this cracc sacc in the back pack before I make em older
I put em in the game, nigga I'mma franchise player
Put it in his brain, nigga, then his aunt died later
Rolled in there quiet, I hold heavy metal where you can fry quick
Like Sizzlean, all I wanna know is, Is he clean?
If its not, it's right off the levee, smash off in a Chevy
If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty
In his brains and his guts in his baccseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot
Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot
From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Brock
Before I'm leavin, I'm leavin you bleedin on yo blocc
[Hook]
Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it
[Verse 2]
I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got beef
Believe me nigga I do blow hella niggas brains out
Fuckin wit mine, cuz what I do got
I got it while I was stuck on the grind carryin' two Gloccs
Gettin off these roccs, gettin my roccs off
Fuckin slut bitches with nines until it pops off
Fuckin stuff dicks in ya mind, fuckin ya blocc off, nigga
Fuck you faggots, you niggas talk soft
I mix it with a bit of baking soda
In this cracc sacc in the back pack before I make em older
I put em in the game, nigga I'mma franchise player
Put it in his brain, nigga, then his aunt died later
Rolled in there quiet, I hold heavy metal where you can fry quick
Like Sizzlean, all I wanna know is, Is he clean?
If its not, it's right off the levee, smash off in a Chevy
If it's hot, smoke up the whole area like Richard Petty
In his brains and his guts in his baccseat, lookin like spaghetti in the pot
Ready or not, I stay steady with the shot
From long distance for instance break out like Eddie Brock
Before I'm leavin, I'm leavin you bleedin on yo blocc
[Hook]
Good night, don't even fight, just let it go
Ain't too many live when they get hit with the technical
I don't sweat it though, I just roll
I ain't gotta prove it, I just know
It's all ready, better get used to it
[Verse 2]
I do hose, so if you see me on the streets and you got beef
Believe me nigga I do blow hella niggas brains out
Fuckin wit mine, cuz what I do got
I got it while I was stuck on the grind carryin' two Gloccs
Gettin off these roccs, gettin my roccs off
Fuckin slut bitches with nines until it pops off
Fuckin stuff dicks in ya mind, fuckin ya blocc off, nigga
Fuck you faggots, you niggas talk soft
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