[Intro: SmooVth]
(Khory)
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: SmooVth]
Escamoles, hustlers anonymous
My momma pissed, I'm always outside with some drama shit
The marijuana flip, loose lips'll make a bitch slip
I hit the G-spot with just a tip of the dick
Banana clips
Fried chicken titties with some hot sauce
Honey for the biscuit, just in case some shit pop off
My pig got lockjaw, my bitch ride or die
Pour some beers out for all my niggas in the sky
Get fly, get high off of life, enjoy the moment
I did some bad shit, so they pray for my atonement
I'm focused, watchin' that movie, Hocus Pocus
Poof, disappear before I start pokin'
I'm hopin', y'all understand, that I don't like that man
Tеll 'em "goodnight", leave 'еm dead in the sand
But I can't, 'til I formulate a master plan
A hunnid grand'll turn ya whole block to Sun of Sam
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, need to be dippin' my feet deep in white sand beaches
Instead I'm duckin' polices, dealin' with the dirty fiends and leeches
In highschool she gave me slow throat by the bleachers
Now the Percs and Xans got me askin' where her teeth is
Shit change, but fuck it, only thing that stay the same is this
I remain dangerous, came in the game flamin' shit
My own way, these artists got labels owin' they anuses
I'm still gettin' dough off the dose and this ain't no famous shit
These niggas hot trash, they all gassed off the lames they with
My connects, from the stare they'll off your head with stainlesses
From the drive and parkside, all way out to LA with it
We play for gold like we Lakers, only labels weighin' shit
On the digital, I brief piff and piss Crystal
Get chips out a bitch before I pull my dick out
Wanna fuck with this, the least I need is like six-thou'
Memorizin' digits, never missed out, nigga
(Khory)
Yeah, yeah
Yo, yo
[Verse 1: SmooVth]
Escamoles, hustlers anonymous
My momma pissed, I'm always outside with some drama shit
The marijuana flip, loose lips'll make a bitch slip
I hit the G-spot with just a tip of the dick
Banana clips
Fried chicken titties with some hot sauce
Honey for the biscuit, just in case some shit pop off
My pig got lockjaw, my bitch ride or die
Pour some beers out for all my niggas in the sky
Get fly, get high off of life, enjoy the moment
I did some bad shit, so they pray for my atonement
I'm focused, watchin' that movie, Hocus Pocus
Poof, disappear before I start pokin'
I'm hopin', y'all understand, that I don't like that man
Tеll 'em "goodnight", leave 'еm dead in the sand
But I can't, 'til I formulate a master plan
A hunnid grand'll turn ya whole block to Sun of Sam
[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]
Ayo, need to be dippin' my feet deep in white sand beaches
Instead I'm duckin' polices, dealin' with the dirty fiends and leeches
In highschool she gave me slow throat by the bleachers
Now the Percs and Xans got me askin' where her teeth is
Shit change, but fuck it, only thing that stay the same is this
I remain dangerous, came in the game flamin' shit
My own way, these artists got labels owin' they anuses
I'm still gettin' dough off the dose and this ain't no famous shit
These niggas hot trash, they all gassed off the lames they with
My connects, from the stare they'll off your head with stainlesses
From the drive and parkside, all way out to LA with it
We play for gold like we Lakers, only labels weighin' shit
On the digital, I brief piff and piss Crystal
Get chips out a bitch before I pull my dick out
Wanna fuck with this, the least I need is like six-thou'
Memorizin' digits, never missed out, nigga
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