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Popping bottle with the ghouls and the goblins.
Money in the room and the wolves got a problem.
Vampires looking crazy in their costumes.
That XO got me feeling like a cartoon. Got the golden fangs, howling at the damn moon.
They want the quarter sack.
Boy it aint no holding back.
Im the quarter back and throwing Dubs in the cul-de-sac.
We cooking white girl and mix it with the soda pack.
We moving work way more then them older cats.
On the streets with the beats.
knocking heavy grind.
been practicing my hustle since the year of 89.
Its my time.
Bout to take over the main event.
Plus got the bomb loud listen to that heavy sent.
Popping bottle with the ghouls and the goblins.
Money in the room and the wolves got a problem.
Vampires looking crazy in their costumes.
That XO got me feeling like a cartoon. Got the golden fangs, howling at the damn moon.
Got my Cartier on in my car.
Got the Yayo and its Yolo.
Me and butter getting bolo.
Man that super syrup got me leaning like I was a cholo.
And its picture perfect.
In the album, females taking photos.
And them haters hating.
Trust man, they always staying right on schedule.
It's perfect timing added new diamonds in my bezel watch.
I never stop.
Keep the heater cocked.
we neighborhood watch.
Boy, this here is my block.
Popping bottle with the ghouls and the goblins.
Money in the room and the wolves got a problem.
Vampires looking crazy in their costumes.
That XO got me feeling like a cartoon. Got the golden fangs, howling at the damn moon.
Everybody got a story to tell.
Only the strong survive.
You can make it heaven or hell.
Im hearing tales from the crips.
Talking with 40 glock.
That bloodsport banging hong kong to Bangkok.
Slang rock on the block.
Tatted in tang tops and my louie boxers.