Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Lil pour up, go roll up, lil back at the class I'm poured up
I'm not sober, move slower, got gas more drive than a chauffeur
Lil drip got my water from a toddler
Gotta keep it like a ruler can't fold up
Visine see the pints on my shoudlers
I keep half at the back with the soda
Took our drip back parted from the coastal
Click and no clack and we find him with a mac at the back of the back
At the back of the back with the bands at the back of the pack
No takin it back said he wanted that smoke with Os
Called Type O said he wanted that smoke
Rolled blunts and he never gone' show
Just like a white rabit up in the snow I can't play with ma nose
Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Grew up with criminals scandalous pulled up with 21 we kicked it with savages
Pushing my weight on my own with my clique with Type O we can't kick it with managers
Type O gone' pull up we shooting a scene and these niggas they changing the channel on us
Geeking I'm pouring a four in the morning I'm slow but these niggas they slower than us
Right at the back of the class I be rolling up fast I be keeping the gas
Richard no Mille I'm chasing these millies you look at my wrist it be time
Look like she watching the TV my mama on how she gone look out for bro
Cloning these niggas they Mannequins steal on my drip and they sit at the store
Thinking about B with lil Tyson still having our backs and my body just knows it
Leaving the faith of the man in the hands of my God ima leave him alone
Stuck in his thoughts ima leave him right there and I swear ima hit him in the dome
Look at big dawg his not vicious no more if you look at his mouth he got foam
Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Rick Fingers - Cvmpvs Lyrics
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Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Lil pour up, go roll up, lil back at the class I'm poured up
I'm not sober, move slower, got gas more drive than a chauffeur
Lil drip got my water from a toddler
Gotta keep it like a ruler can't fold up
Visine see the pints on my shoudlers
I keep half at the back with the soda
Took our drip back parted from the coastal
Click and no clack and we find him with a mac at the back of the back
At the back of the back with the bands at the back of the pack
No takin it back said he wanted that smoke with Os
Called Type O said he wanted that smoke
Rolled blunts and he never gone' show
Just like a white rabit up in the snow I can't play with ma nose
Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Grew up with criminals scandalous pulled up with 21 we kicked it with savages
Pushing my weight on my own with my clique with Type O we can't kick it with managers
Type O gone' pull up we shooting a scene and these niggas they changing the channel on us
Geeking I'm pouring a four in the morning I'm slow but these niggas they slower than us
Right at the back of the class I be rolling up fast I be keeping the gas
Richard no Mille I'm chasing these millies you look at my wrist it be time
Look like she watching the TV my mama on how she gone look out for bro
Cloning these niggas they Mannequins steal on my drip and they sit at the store
Thinking about B with lil Tyson still having our backs and my body just knows it
Leaving the faith of the man in the hands of my God ima leave him alone
Stuck in his thoughts ima leave him right there and I swear ima hit him in the dome
Look at big dawg his not vicious no more if you look at his mouth he got foam
Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Lil pour up, go roll up, lil back at the class I'm poured up
I'm not sober, move slower, got gas more drive than a chauffeur
Lil drip got my water from a toddler
Gotta keep it like a ruler can't fold up
Visine see the pints on my shoudlers
I keep half at the back with the soda
Took our drip back parted from the coastal
Click and no clack and we find him with a mac at the back of the back
At the back of the back with the bands at the back of the pack
No takin it back said he wanted that smoke with Os
Called Type O said he wanted that smoke
Rolled blunts and he never gone' show
Just like a white rabit up in the snow I can't play with ma nose
Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Grew up with criminals scandalous pulled up with 21 we kicked it with savages
Pushing my weight on my own with my clique with Type O we can't kick it with managers
Type O gone' pull up we shooting a scene and these niggas they changing the channel on us
Geeking I'm pouring a four in the morning I'm slow but these niggas they slower than us
Right at the back of the class I be rolling up fast I be keeping the gas
Richard no Mille I'm chasing these millies you look at my wrist it be time
Look like she watching the TV my mama on how she gone look out for bro
Cloning these niggas they Mannequins steal on my drip and they sit at the store
Thinking about B with lil Tyson still having our backs and my body just knows it
Leaving the faith of the man in the hands of my God ima leave him alone
Stuck in his thoughts ima leave him right there and I swear ima hit him in the dome
Look at big dawg his not vicious no more if you look at his mouth he got foam
Neck got carrots I be running like a rabbit
Girl you tweaking back it up just like these adlibs
Got no strap up on my hip it be a bandage
Whip that Jag ma nigga we constantly dodging these challenges
Writer: Richard Darkoh
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