June 27th E

It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, See your Yeah. Now they wanna grab the gun Come and ya. 48. It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, See your picture. Now they wanna grab the gun To come and get ya. Wood on my doors, Starch on my clothes. Ceiling falling off, trunk don't close. If I switch it up, might ride Rolls. Everything glass, slide on froze. I done caught a body, posted with the thotty. Kick it like karate, send her to the lobby. Fly enough, I hobbit, ain't no coming down. Tryna sit the slab somewhere on the ground. Talking glass fours, used ride threes. Yard full of foreigns, I ain't talking overseas. Fuck around and they sneeze. Chain got it cold as hell. Weight heavy, might blow the scale. On the field, no NFL. Lost focus, then dropped my top. Grand major, can't drop my stock. Jump the whip and then hop my block. Want it all, I might cop this lot. They watching me with no TV, VCRs. No jail cell, but I'm barred up. Street credit, no card up. She like the way I go hard up. Might catch me at the seaside. I keep shit on that G side. Play it like gray tape, might hit her on That B side. That's why she keep on calling. These colders, I keep crawling. Tried to keep the top together, but it keep On falling. Pull up a bitch, itching, boy, I steady pitching. Talking, talking down on a nigga Name. I'ma hit the pull up, boy, Whip for a grand. Ain't it be... Pull a bitch, hitting ditches. Cars itching, I steady pitching. Talking, talking down on a nigga name. I'ma hit the pull up, whip it for a Grand. Every time I step, better know it's H-Town. Couple people hating, but they should've stayed Down. I be 'bout that business, ain't no time To play around. We don't do attention, niggas looking like a clown. Even though I'm up, better know I'm coming down. You ain't 'bout that money, probably why you ain't Around. I came up out the mud, probably think I'm out the ground. I came to get it all, don't nobody make A sound. I'm doing this for my nigga named Moe. Singing freestyle, but you know I got flow. Maybach Class when I open up the door. Might ride slab if I wanna ride slow. And I can't forget my niggas on the south Side. All my niggas still tipping on the north Side. Yeah, I got them haters looking with they Mouth wide. Tell them if they looking for me, I was outside. Pull up on bitch, steady hitting ditches. Cars Talking, talking down on a nigga name. I'ma hit the pull up, whip it for a Grand. Ain't it gon' be... On a bitch, steady hitting ditches. Cars steady itching, boy, I steady pitching. Talking, talking down on a nigga name. I'ma hit the pull up, boy, whip it for A grand. Ain't it gon' be... Hit the pull up, boy, whip it for a Grand