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That money what I want ima have it bitch
Smoke a blunt put a opp in it then I get it lit
On the block 30 on my hip with a bunch of crips
Leave a RIP bullet straight to his fucking lip
That money what I want ima have it bitch
Smoke a blunt put a opp in it then I get it lit
On the block 30 on my hip with a bunch of crips
Leave a RIP bullet straight to his fucking lip
Ligaments they falling off and he
Cant walk straight lose his innocence
On that block on his first day
Lord forgive for all my sins
My heart locked away demon wakes
yea its hot today but the sun away
Couple screws loose in my brain I think
I'm insane blood oozing out from that vein
And you start to faint you you gun meet ya maker
Uzi spraying like a can of paint bitch I ball like Kobe
I'm Laker in the Hall Of Fame
That money what I want ima have it bitch
Smoke a blunt put a opp in it then I get it lit
On the block 30 on my hip with a bunch of crips
Leave a RIP bullet straight to his fucking lip
That money what I want ima have it bitch
Smoke a blunt put a opp in it then I get it lit
On the block 30 on my hip with a bunch of crips
Leave a RIP bullet straight to his fucking lip
Bitch I'm Bruce Wayne but Batman
When I hit the stain sweeter then some cake
In the oven turn your ass to bake
Bitch I been the same I ain't change
And that for the gang Bitches love the flavor
In they mouth from the nut I gave nut I gave
Walk through the trap with a pint of lean
Gloccy stay attached with the sights and beams
Putting on my trust in my pole when its time to leave
Time to breathe when outside trigger finger better squeeze