Pleasure E

When I was just up on the block selling Rock on Rockaway I used to keep my hugs Up tight, I kept they bottom all the way Lucky yoga made a G, I let the club And take a bow pockets swole, baby do a Diggy 'cause I shoot it too low Nothing here But couple junkies with their biggie piggies Hope They don't catch me run off shit Straight creepy The streets, I stay creep, mobbin' up drinkin' on The street Money motherfucker throw, It's a pity Jump off the bench, bust through The cut, pop my shit, step on up Pull The barrel, drop to the ground, chase it with A around Now I'm fucked up as fuck, bloody Razor in my hand I will be on top This week, make you kill to count my bands Took me to knock this over, it's on the Chase Let me double it up, get my money, Pump fade it, pull it off Blow somebody ass Off, fuck your rocks, I power wheel Lookin' for The fuckin' crack, it's all happy now I'm tellin' You really ever sad Now it's a pity him peekin' in the hood Where they rag gleam Singin' like Obama be, Bring my and Big empty clique, Bring the mess up the drink Summer days, Tango bling, big crack, the twelve always ring Shake Emojis on the cut and the lean bang Like A bitch on the shit, fuckin' dead stink Tryna Crank and I bank, every trick and I break Think I drink the same way, always down every Day Pow, pow, bust the gat, I can't get No sleep It's the money, G, hopin' that I Have a time to never leave, never ever on Me Fuckin' up OG, we can fuckin' on the Scene Fuck with that women, we jiggle, we wiggle The liquor straight to the street, Make it a thing, gotta keep my mind on Him We took a hit, I hit, made a Hundred thousand things Ain't flick in my dick, Ain't no shine in my gang