Roaches In My Ashtray (feat. ProHoeZak) E

Prozac Music. Every time I twist one up, you always seem To come right on by. Come right on by, yeah. You ain't never got no money, but you always Wanna get a free high. Get a free high, ayy. So don't be fucking. Don't the roaches in my ashtray. Don't be touching. With the roaches in my ashtray. Don't be loving. Don't be loving. With the my ashtray. So don't be fucking. With the roaches in my ashtray. Nigga Slid up in my car in the passenger seat. Talking my ears off, adjusting my beat. Stashed my heat up under my seat. Stepped out my ride, hollered at a few freaks. Take a couple flicks, mack a bitch. Baby, what's your name? Passionate. Fashion Nova, fashion fit. Dog, where the weed at? Ain't that a bitch? I'm jibbing right now. It's Thanksgiving right now. Showing baby how I'm living right now. Clear the crowd, back to my car. No squares in my circle, bodyguard hard. Could've swore I left a blunt in my ashtray. Little homie slid up on me, pulled a fast Play. But this the last play. Don't be fucking with the roaches in my ashtray. Hate to see you come and love it when You walk away. Every time I twist one up, You always seem to come right on by. Come right on by, yeah. You ain't never got no money, but you always Wanna get a free high. Get a free high, ayy. So don't be fucking. Fucking. With the roaches in my ashtray. Don't touching. Don't With the roaches in my ashtray. Don't be loving. With the roaches in my ashtray. So don't be fucking. Don't be fucking. With the roaches in my ashtray. Seat on recliner, suede headliner. Just pulled in Mel's Diner. Liner. Chevy's, 'Lac's, name it, it's there. Fresh wet paint, leather interior. Players are everywhere. Nothing but love and good bud in the air. Boy took his camera out. Taking pictures of the homies and they cars while They hitting switches, some knocking bitches. Me, I'm on a mission. Fuel-injected, Front-end suspension. Wishing the whole world rolled like we ride. It's always one homie tryna get that free high. Shit never fails. Yeah, this shit for sale. Skip the bail, put the shit on the scale. This the last day for your last play. Quit fucking with the roaches in my ashtray. Every time I twist one up, you always seem To come right on by. Come right on by, yeah. You ain't never got no money, but you always Wanna get a free high. Get a free high, ayy. So don't be fucking. With the roaches in my ashtray. Don't be touching. With the roaches in my ashtray. Don't be Loving. Don't be loving. With the roaches in my Ashtray. So don't be fucking. With the roaches in my ashtray. Say, man, you niggas think y'all crafty, Huh? Sitting in my car, adjusting my music. Telling you sweet my car is, and all of A sudden my roaches is missing. Say, man, Don't be fucking with the roaches in my ashtray, You hear me?