The Drug Scene, Pt. 1

I use to sell your pop's coke Im a OG Keep asking bout a "63 I got 9 on me You break it down with the streets that's a half a key Now let me welcome you to the motherfucking drug scene I gives no fucks about this bitcth how she rides through Man I'm just kicking off this shit for my side bro This Wisconsin bitch this my side bro Hand my Italian beef dipped with my sides bro Morning stepping nigga trapping with my side hoes Preach it like the Reverend send him through the side door Watch him closely nigga make sure that his eyes low Shit can get slippery when you walk into a side show You see them pits niggas sick they won't alpo You keep fucking up the line they gone out bro Gucci gun Louie button by the belt bow A real struggle nigga reach and that's a death stroke The best smoke best dope nigga lets go Your chest broke let go nigga death row Shit can get monkey when you fucking with your rivals I lost my homie nigga answering a trap door Lets hope all snow at the money slopes Wisco bet a thousand on a 10 a 4 You catch me chilling with my villains at the killing show You aint did it till you got it up in 5 modes 4 states 20 cities nigga 5 tolls No sleep dirty nails and a prime co In my other pocket loaded is my Roscoe In case a nigga get to tripping at the roc show I use to sell your pops coke I'm a og Keep asking bout a 63 I got 9 on me You break it down with the streets that's a half a key Now let me welcome you to the motherfucking drug scene