Can't Get Enough E

From the beginning I've been spitting, hurting Niggas like bad news. No tattoos but still got flows that scar you. Need two blunts to get high, cause one ain't Doing it. So I call my nigga Shy, come Through with Mr. Sticky. Bring change for this here fifty and some chunk Of Phillies and make it stuffed. Cause you know your boy just can't get enough Of what you pushing. Herb gushing out my sack In them jewels in a hurry to shoot out. Can't wait to get to the house and roll Something fat and kick my feet out. Then crack out that Miller High Life and then I write life up on my pen and pad. Leaving y'all niggas bad with this rap shit or Should I say the mic. Cause when I recite, Y'all niggas rewrite to make your shit tight. Shit tighter. wake the hold up. Add some flame to those blunts that already rolled Up. Sack bomb for sure, smoking pounds down to O's. It's Little G tag teaming with that big Nigga Lo-Key. Been putting it down and hoo banging Ever since T put me on the G. And can't get enough, I miss my niggas. 8-Ball, Lil Nut, we need to connect and smoke Bomb till we see expansion in the next. Alright heat them, hit them, peach and elevate high Till they ears start bleeding and phase back. Listen smoke, this nigga Lo still we smoke Ridiculous. And that's my boy y'all, why you keep Me high dog? Got me walking the streets like I'm walking up on the sidewalk and that ain't Safe. Got me cursing, stopping traffic and spitting Verses, got them pumping brakes. You know what they say, stand back, this man Is heated, move out his way. Moving like lava, Spitting game like, hey it's papa. But you can call me what you want cause I'm the same man hitting the nine now all Night long. I be bringing it to them, breaking Them all down. Nigga till I die, Sacramento is the town. Can't get enough of weed smoking, daily herb Sessions. Can't get enough of money making, Come take some lessons. Can't get enough of writing Music, trying to pursue it. Spitting that tight shit, we gonna run right through It and I know y'all knew it. Can't get enough of weed smoking, daily herb Sessions. Can't get enough of money making, Come take some lessons. Can't get enough of writing Music, trying to pursue it. Spitting that tight shit, we gonna run right through It and I know y'all knew it. Verse two gonna hurt you and I'm coming even Tighter. Hoes whispering to each other, look who's Flossing like them riders. That's my nigga, I'm Sending Shy much love when you drop. Believe it or not, it can get hectic in These streets. Niggas get killed in their sleep. So I stay awoke with my third eye lurking. Waiting for niggas trying to bogart like LaRue when I hop out wearing FUBU. Right between your zero and five, that's a trip That nigga died. Trying to ride, roll up, I'm Trying to get high like buns. Tons of alcohol bottles up on my shelf from Stressful nights. That had me thinking I was done But I just begun like birth. Hurts nigga. Yeah, uh, uh. This is unbelievable. You bitch niggas can't touch me. Even though I'm in your face, money explodes through The place. But it's too late, y'all cats took Too long. Should have been gone but now I'm Gone, bumping this song. I ain't wrong, didn't want to take my advice. Got camera, but instead of bread I got your Life. Shit that's trife, niggas get took out like Tax. Then start figuring the facts, but you start Flopping on sack. Can't get enough of weed smoking, Daily herb sessions. Can't get enough of money Making, come take some lessons. Can't get enough of writing music, trying to pursue It. Spitting that tight shit, we gonna run right Through it and I know y'all knew it. Can't get enough of weed smoking, daily herb Sessions. Can't get enough of money making, Come take some lessons. Can't get enough of writing Music, trying to pursue it. Spitting that tight shit, we gonna run right through It and I know y'all knew it.