Come slip into my darkness stop list got list putting on the hot
Hits with true
Convicts block this studio 3 month blackout rap out the bad
Route and those who
Had doubt bad shout to all my boys at the crack house (crack
House) catching
Every something to done ran south stand proud but I can't see
Behind these damn
Clouds me and little john gotti cocking 80 gram croud fresh off
The bad street
Concrete father figure make ya shiver when I deliver blast and
Holla and timber
Talk is cheap but most of ya'll are crock of shit I chop a brick
And flip it
Like the oppisite cause all my chickens laying 36 eggs got
Recruits in black
Boots that never shoot for the legs no sunshine street to my
Blood line love is
Blind understand my thug fine
[Chorus: x2]
From tex to cali everyhood every alley we smoking on that smally
With the candy
Coated cady making blocks on goldilocks 17 shots cops swirving
The god we're
Selling rocks
I stand on the sunset hands on my pistola late night ride from
Los to nina rosa
Down on the dock in diego are new bold in the lexs moving with
The houston
Texas gotta chicken nigga lickin and it's all good and then I
Hook up south park
Mex big green bags of scent hoppin up and down like a kangaroo
In my sky blue
62 now what you wanna do we make shit move like pounds and keys
Ain't nobody
Who could f*ck with west coast jeans
(what you tell him homie what you tell him loco)
Man ain't nobody who could f*ck with his golf coast jeans...
[Chorus x2]
Havier port like 2, 7, 6 pick up the homie frost list get in the
Mix now we up in crystal
Freestyling puffing green or see in vegas mac him to a
Cheerleader
Yo from the open raiders yo frost begin check the silicon tities
(ya homes man
They remind me from the one of my city cause I've been around
The world all
Kinds of girls I'm little john gotti doop doop the world shot
Town altantic
City vegas and rino we latino gambinos and we breaking casinos)
It's the spm aka
Cado quitero just me and my perro flyin through the ghetto with
7 pounds of
Fierro el mero mero puttin it down with that live guedo (meno
Rallose flipping
Gallos sipping hydros I'm the one that got em floating in the
Valloes spm are
You with it? la neta (uh)dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca dos
Vato boco loco
Pachanto and suspichoso asi trabaja ese juego me palabra e todo
Lo que tengo en
El monte el coyote con los ojos que miran en la noche
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Come slip into my darkness stop list got list putting on the hot
Hits with true
Convicts block this studio 3 month blackout rap out the bad
Route and those who
Had doubt bad shout to all my boys at the crack house (crack
House) catching
Every something to done ran south stand proud but I can't see
Behind these damn
Clouds me and little john gotti cocking 80 gram croud fresh off
The bad street
Concrete father figure make ya shiver when I deliver blast and
Holla and timber
Talk is cheap but most of ya'll are crock of shit I chop a brick
And flip it
Like the oppisite cause all my chickens laying 36 eggs got
Recruits in black
Boots that never shoot for the legs no sunshine street to my
Blood line love is
Blind understand my thug fine
[Chorus: x2]
From tex to cali everyhood every alley we smoking on that smally
With the candy
Coated cady making blocks on goldilocks 17 shots cops swirving
The god we're
Selling rocks
I stand on the sunset hands on my pistola late night ride from
Los to nina rosa
Down on the dock in diego are new bold in the lexs moving with
The houston
Texas gotta chicken nigga lickin and it's all good and then I
Hook up south park
Mex big green bags of scent hoppin up and down like a kangaroo
In my sky blue
62 now what you wanna do we make shit move like pounds and keys
Ain't nobody
Who could f*ck with west coast jeans
(what you tell him homie what you tell him loco)
Man ain't nobody who could f*ck with his golf coast jeans...
[Chorus x2]
Havier port like 2, 7, 6 pick up the homie frost list get in the
Mix now we up in crystal
Freestyling puffing green or see in vegas mac him to a
Cheerleader
Yo from the open raiders yo frost begin check the silicon tities
(ya homes man
They remind me from the one of my city cause I've been around
The world all
Kinds of girls I'm little john gotti doop doop the world shot
Town altantic
City vegas and rino we latino gambinos and we breaking casinos)
It's the spm aka
Cado quitero just me and my perro flyin through the ghetto with
7 pounds of
Fierro el mero mero puttin it down with that live guedo (meno
Rallose flipping
Gallos sipping hydros I'm the one that got em floating in the
Valloes spm are
You with it? la neta (uh)dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca dos
Vato boco loco
Pachanto and suspichoso asi trabaja ese juego me palabra e todo
Lo que tengo en
El monte el coyote con los ojos que miran en la noche
Hits with true
Convicts block this studio 3 month blackout rap out the bad
Route and those who
Had doubt bad shout to all my boys at the crack house (crack
House) catching
Every something to done ran south stand proud but I can't see
Behind these damn
Clouds me and little john gotti cocking 80 gram croud fresh off
The bad street
Concrete father figure make ya shiver when I deliver blast and
Holla and timber
Talk is cheap but most of ya'll are crock of shit I chop a brick
And flip it
Like the oppisite cause all my chickens laying 36 eggs got
Recruits in black
Boots that never shoot for the legs no sunshine street to my
Blood line love is
Blind understand my thug fine
[Chorus: x2]
From tex to cali everyhood every alley we smoking on that smally
With the candy
Coated cady making blocks on goldilocks 17 shots cops swirving
The god we're
Selling rocks
I stand on the sunset hands on my pistola late night ride from
Los to nina rosa
Down on the dock in diego are new bold in the lexs moving with
The houston
Texas gotta chicken nigga lickin and it's all good and then I
Hook up south park
Mex big green bags of scent hoppin up and down like a kangaroo
In my sky blue
62 now what you wanna do we make shit move like pounds and keys
Ain't nobody
Who could f*ck with west coast jeans
(what you tell him homie what you tell him loco)
Man ain't nobody who could f*ck with his golf coast jeans...
[Chorus x2]
Havier port like 2, 7, 6 pick up the homie frost list get in the
Mix now we up in crystal
Freestyling puffing green or see in vegas mac him to a
Cheerleader
Yo from the open raiders yo frost begin check the silicon tities
(ya homes man
They remind me from the one of my city cause I've been around
The world all
Kinds of girls I'm little john gotti doop doop the world shot
Town altantic
City vegas and rino we latino gambinos and we breaking casinos)
It's the spm aka
Cado quitero just me and my perro flyin through the ghetto with
7 pounds of
Fierro el mero mero puttin it down with that live guedo (meno
Rallose flipping
Gallos sipping hydros I'm the one that got em floating in the
Valloes spm are
You with it? la neta (uh)dos vatos viviendo la vida chueca dos
Vato boco loco
Pachanto and suspichoso asi trabaja ese juego me palabra e todo
Lo que tengo en
El monte el coyote con los ojos que miran en la noche