(Intro: Max Minelli)
Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch
Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you
Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me
Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low
Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me?
I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris
We gonna have somethin real swole to fold
My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola
My nigga Big Poola Mic
An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say!
[Chorus: Max Minelli]
The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit
You only live once that's how its cut
So where the weed Young Bleed? Let's get tore up!
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin
You gotta know a nigga yearnin
Niggas stole from the stop an go
An seperate my weed from the seeds
An roll an optimo
An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy
An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy
Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it
I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin
While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five
All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside
Got yo mouth wide
Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga
Or hurt somethin nigga
Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough
Quick on the draw like the last outlaw
Killin 'em softly
Hollerin' girl get off me
Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip
An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga
But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit
She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it
Ya heard me fool
Only cool dawg puttin it down
Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggas say
Say check this out Bleed, look Concentration Camp in this bitch
Gettin heavy, ya heard me? We all foldin paper nigga, you
Lucky Nuckles, that nigga Loc, Big Happy, Lee Tyme, you know me
Maxminelli I'm foldin paper nigga, an Boo, an we layin low
Cuz that's what Lay Low do, ya heard me?
I'm tellin you, by the time that nigga OG come out of Paris
We gonna have somethin real swole to fold
My nigga down in Bam foldin paper, my nigga Poola
My nigga Big Poola Mic
An we be bout ta let em know what's the motherfuckin count say!
[Chorus: Max Minelli]
The mutha fuckin count don't stop, an they don't quit
Shit a nigga can't fuck wit, you can't fuck wit
You only live once that's how its cut
So where the weed Young Bleed? Let's get tore up!
[Verse 1: Young Bleed]
The ghetto got me givin up no love, tod ya this mornin
You gotta know a nigga yearnin
Niggas stole from the stop an go
An seperate my weed from the seeds
An roll an optimo
An saddle up my cattle cuz lets roll boy
An every nigga I know, livin it up like a cowboy
Shootin up some shit, for the fuck of it an I'm lovin it
I got a tray-80 for rainy days, an I'm huggin it, an muggin
While I'm sippin on a young tre-deuce, four-five
All the way live, wit my homies wanna ride, southside
Got yo mouth wide
Buggin for nothin, try to twerk somethin nigga
Or hurt somethin nigga
Look here, I be yo Huckleberry playin it rough
Quick on the draw like the last outlaw
Killin 'em softly
Hollerin' girl get off me
Tryin to boss me, an cost me a grip
An got the nerve to get flipped wit a nigga
But see Trix is for kids, silly rabbit
She gotta have it, tryin to give it here, I won't have it
Ya heard me fool
Only cool dawg puttin it down
Ain't gonna clown, while I'm smokin on a pound, my niggas say
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