gangsta sonic

On my veins I got that cocaine, not problem with dying. Tweaking of that white girl too, bitch told me to stop it. Twerking on my dick'a too Imma f*ck this ounce to balance out Shoot a 500's up, right in my foot All the euphoria, good Walk in the park, sky is dark Cholos stealing lights My bitch be acting, told the bih "just shut the f*ck up", now Drugs, mobbin, stealin' robbin' Killing just for fun Boys in the block with a glock think they god If they got AK's they ain't thugs They be fairies Jack Nicholson, like the joker, Welcome to my fucking head Carved up a smile of off them pills I give no cares, yeah On my veins I got that cocaine, not problem with dying. Tweaking of that white girl too, bitch told me to stop it. Twerking on my dick'a too Imma f*ck this ounce to balance out Outcast shit, of the group, made me go crazy Wrists slit, bleed bleed bleed, blood droolin' ight here Dirty dancing, off a xanny, boy's done leveling up Pop a perc, dig that, boy, I'm here with no jokes Jeeps going lane to lane Ask anybody if they kno my name Skinny, losing my fucking brains Shoot me, do me a favour, yeaaah On my veins I got that cocaine, not problem with dying. Tweaking of that white girl too, bitch told me to stop it. Twerking on my dick'a too Imma f*ck this ounce to balance out