Put my slider back in motion I smoke gas you know it's potent
06-09-2003 that boy right there he chosen niggas hate think I don't notice
And I fell out of love the ones I love on fake shit now I'm blowin
I'm lacking love my heart on ice charisma nice got bitches goin
Bullets flying back to back throwing ain't use no pen and pad
Hop in the booth and spazz that's how it's goin
Like everything I touch it turn to gold if you ain't know you knowing
Niggas stuck ain't got no motion jungle juice I call it potion
I'm a young OG stack pape smoke weed
I don't f*ck with niggas I can't trust these niggas police
Dead niggas, dope fiends, toe tag, slow feet
A big ass gun they can't identify his face like roast beef
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Put my slider back in motion I smoke gas you know it's potent
06-09-2003 that boy right there he chosen niggas hate think I don't notice
And I fell out of love the ones I love on fake shit now I'm blowin
I'm lacking love my heart on ice charisma nice got bitches goin
Bullets flying back to back throwing ain't use no pen and pad
Hop in the booth and spazz that's how it's goin
Like everything I touch it turn to gold if you ain't know you knowing
Niggas stuck ain't got no motion jungle juice I call it potion
I'm a young OG stack pape smoke weed
I don't f*ck with niggas I can't trust these niggas police
Dead niggas, dope fiends, toe tag, slow feet
A big ass gun they can't identify his face like roast beef
06-09-2003 that boy right there he chosen niggas hate think I don't notice
And I fell out of love the ones I love on fake shit now I'm blowin
I'm lacking love my heart on ice charisma nice got bitches goin
Bullets flying back to back throwing ain't use no pen and pad
Hop in the booth and spazz that's how it's goin
Like everything I touch it turn to gold if you ain't know you knowing
Niggas stuck ain't got no motion jungle juice I call it potion
I'm a young OG stack pape smoke weed
I don't f*ck with niggas I can't trust these niggas police
Dead niggas, dope fiends, toe tag, slow feet
A big ass gun they can't identify his face like roast beef
Writer: Emanuel Carter
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