Talk Yo Shit

J ey they don't get it bra, we out here smoking eight After ounce, after pound. Man roll up another one of them woods bra Gas this bitch the f*ck up I got runts in my blunt ho Talk yo shit cuz I don't give a f*ck bro If I whip out You know it's gone be gun smoke N I'm on edge no new friends ain't no love nomo I'm smoking wookies out the back wood I just left La you know I beat the trap good Big fie on me lil nigga I wish you would O How you call yo self a boss you damn juug Hopped up out the shower to a blunt of sour Dropping all this sauce wipe me off this a 6 foot Thc syrup got me leanin like the tower Why yo ex wana kill me that lil nigga a coward I don't sell no blow you keep asking you get the wham You should try to cop a bag you'll see what I'm saying You tryna rob me bitch you better have a plan Run thru hella guns they wasn't all clean but they didn't jam I'm just stricken to the script best as I can Never fold for a bitch who threw in her Hand Better off them niggas first cuz theyll off you an ya man Bout a petty ass graham then flex on the gram If it sound to good to be tru dat shit prollly a scam I got hella bars call me al prolazam I drove a hunnit miles just to get straight It Used to be 3 just for a mid plate I gotta big play Used to trap in Kentucky state now I'm back n fla Central Florida baby place ya Oder how you want it cuz it's all day If I ain't got it den my dawg straight Black boi taught me a lot a game I hear all that woopty woop but I don't care what y'all say I don't really know what y'all on so it's off safety when it's on me