God - Concussion.33 Lyrics

Where's my band
What the f*ck just happened
You know, I'm f*ckin' lost
My band ain't got my back for shit,I gotta do everything by my f*ckin self bruh
Alright I gotta go jump some foos took my weed
Ill be right back

Concussion.33
Take accountability
Get that payment to me
Concussion.33
Y'all motherf*ckers dirty B
I know y'all heard of me
You owe me $80 G
Don't touch the marquis

I'm gonna beat your f*cking ass
Bitch don't touch the marquis
Or I'll have you on ur knees praying to G.O.D

Do your parents know
You hang around Sound Studio
These Northridge pussies gotta go
818, thats the motto

No way bro
A firework blew up in your hand?
How'd it feel
Chill? That's it

Whatever you wanna do, it's up to you

I'll catch yo ass lackin on Lassen
And I'm on Balboa with the blowah

Don't make me knock the high lights out yo f*cking hair

Pick up an other shift
We smoke opps and spliffs
What?!
Pick up an other shift
We smoke oops and spliffs
Get my money bitch!