If a nigga wanna' smoke, bring em' pipes out
We pull on your block, cut the lights out
If a nigga wanna' smoke, bring em' pipes out
We pull on your block, cut the lights out
If a nigga wanna' smoke, bring em' pipes out
We pull on your block, cut the lights out
If a nigga wanna' smoke, bring em' pipes out
We pull on your block, cut the lights
Eyy, eyy, eyy, eyy
Tyfoe, Zio
Eyy, Skrilla
South Chicago mixtape King
If a nigga wanna' smoke, bring em' pipes out
We pull on your block, cut the lights out
I smell like I put on your smoke
And that doping and shit, gat me feelin' like
Am hyped now
I wanna go up and don't come down
Attach to the plug, and get turk down
All my life am a savage, I stay with the rest and
I see the real niggas getin' spooked now
This niggas be talking that talk shit
See amma get any cash
My niggas don't fuck around, we don't want fuck around
Do not turn life to a caskset
Am carry shit like a basket
Fuck a nigga who was classic
You niggas softer than a
Am countin' hundred, while am travelling
She suckin' my dick, and that shit is so crazy
It gat me swindling on a traffic
A couple fifteen, and we're smokin' on
I swear to god, that could be
She just wanna track, and I just wanna fuck
Look at you, walk to home
I walk up to Kodak and rollin' on
The police like, what you been smokin' on
I just started laughing, them niggas so funny
Like I feel the fuck on my bunny bone
Gotta inform them, many niggas never know
Remember them closed it up, telling bout' a store
My boys, gettin' drilling and it's hard to do
Thirty crib with the bing, got alot of doe
Disrespect when we sprayin' like water hole
I never be lacking, it's packing
I just wanna fuck with alot of hoes
I lock her around, like I don't give a fuck
Everyday I be smokin' that steady stuff
These nigga be claiming they really though
Zio
Am smokin' on dope, and am checkin' on figures
I swear to god, bitch amma raffle my niggas
A nigga run up, put a hole in his liver
Any bitch I want, my mama can get it
This niggas be faking, this niggas be lazy
Am chasing that bag, what the fuck was you thinking
What the fuck was you thinking, eyy
What the fuck was you thinking, eyy
What the fuck this nigga thinkin'
Two plus four, and now am winning
Go on wear your trousers nigga, we can knock this
So you know we out here, and we ready nigga
Any nigga wanna act though
Right now, we fight nigga, head up
Am tired of all this fake shit
Run around talkin to the Jay shit
Do you hear me, wear my tier nigga
Switched up on me, and you Diss me, dissed his ass back
I haven't heard him since
Now he chasing paper, am on a money mission
With this non Montana, where's the fuck
Who gon' miss me
Niggas wasn't true when I was down
And i needed doe, amma keep it going
Till I get mad, and I fuckin' shine
With the guys, and buy my sucker some time
Niggas cautious, they too bad for you
Heffenies bitches true, but niggas be snake
That's why am cautious, who I hang around
And who I hang with, hoes they love to suck dick
Do you love me now, you gon' do it or what
Yes yes, now so move around, with the gang
T-y-foe, yeah you already know
Smashin' on, with the bro
And you know that he gon' blow bitch
With the gang t-y-foe, yeah you already know
Smashin' on, with the bro
And you know that he gon' blow bitch
He gon' blow bitch (raah raah)
He gon' blow bitch (raah raah)