5oh5 - 4th & central (feat. SACHI) Lyrics

So I got this ghetty green
Look here nigga I'm a star
'Bout to hit the corner and rap stoned and get leaf cigar
I don't smoke on seeds but not to diss the ones unfortunate
If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death
All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands
All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands
Take a trip to Amsterdam
Smoke a blunt wit lady man
Always chiefin' gotta wake up with a blunt up in my hand
It be funny how you dig
'Cause you got green and me and you be friends
If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real
I don't give a f*ck about a beggar tryin to smoke my weed
If you got some money you need to put half on this f*ckin' green
Don't play wit the muthaf*ckin' f*cker don't play
Smokin' on some hay
Once again hid in the black hay
Actin like you ballin' when you only sellin' nicks and dimes
Shit, this habit of mine
Got me clickin' when I'm on the ground
Only play a part in this damn game
Too hot started damn flames
F*ck what you damn claim
F*ck with no lame
Pull up with the casings
Time to get bracing
Too tempting like I'm ready
Coming with the gritty
I'll get ahead instead
Keep my family fed
Can you really stop me
Shooters rolling popping
Screaming f*ck the law
Fully open jaws
Staying sane from the kush
Maintain like I should
Don't give a f*ck
Ain't gonna slip and slide
I don't have to hide
Married to the money
Cooking in the kitchen
Pussy plate keep on licking
Always hitting
Never missing, no tripping, never bitching
Squad is woking, haters lurking
Get to scamming
Want my pockets cramming
Trigger pulling
Money drooling
Lose my footing
Life be pushing
Finna keep on moving
I'm not losing
So I got this ghetty green
Look here nigga I'm a star
'Bout to hit the corner and rap stoned and get leaf cigar
I don't smoke on seeds but not to diss the ones unfortunate
If you need me, hook up wit me, I'll smoke you to death
All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands
All my niggas on that good dope, if you high just clap your hands
Take a trip to Amsterdam
Smoke a blunt wit lady man
Always chiefin' gotta wake up with a blunt up in my hand
It be funny how you dig
'Cause you got green and me and you be friends
If I let you smoke wit me, you lucky I'm a keep it real
I don't give a f*ck about a beggar tryin to smoke my weed
If you got some money you need to put half on this f*ckin' green
Don't play wit the muthaf*ckin' f*cker don't play
Smokin' on some hay
Once again hid in the black hay
Actin like you ballin' when you only sellin' nicks and dimes
Shit, this habit of mine
Got me clickin' when I'm on the ground