prod fw.cal

Hello?
Hello?

Wake up, know I need it
Ganja, smoking reefer
I am not a junkie, I'm not a fiend
Send a pint of bullets and watch him lean
I got 'tiva 'tiva, what you need
Sativa 'tiva, what you need
Chief Keef Sosa, we never sober
We never sober, we never clean

She tweak, I needa tweak her, she a tweaker
She a tweaker
He wear glasses, he a nerd, boy he a geek
My slime a geeker
Kaiosativa, Kaiosativa
Kaiosativa, Sativa Reaper

Yea that hoe, she giving body, yuh
Pop the cherry like a molly, yuh
Trap money, I could buy ya hood
Crack bunny white, it's selling good
Crack the seal it hit my stomach, I don't feel so good
I don't rehab doing what it should
I'm not a bad kid lil bitch, just from the hood
We not addicted, we quit it when we could
Can't take the mask off lil bitch, I'm blasted good
3.5 of GG, stuff it in that wood

SATIVAREAPER

prod tenshixgod

Get put on the news
Get put on the news
Get put on the news
Put yourself in my shoes
Take a walk get gone
Roll up, I'm stoned
Get fried til' the morning
Cook up on stove, yeah that gas on low
Re-up, need more
Yeah yeah, keep goin'
Off the drugs I can't get slow
"I'm up, I'm up"
That's my head, I gotta keep goin'
Why the bitch lie, said I'm strong
Why the bitch lie, said I'm strong, strong
Why the hoe tryn' get me back, I ain't do no wrong
Why the hoe tryn' get me sad, I ain't see you in long time
Why this hoe tryn' hit my jack, hit the Motorola

Put the G-Shock in my bag, I ain't wasting no time
Why the hoe trip out so bad, she ain't even from NOLA
Brand new bag, double C on both sides
We fell out so bad, she ain't give me no signs

...

Why the hoe tryn' get me mad, I can't pay her no mind
Why the hoe tryn' trap me so bad, I don't want no soul tie
Why this hoe tryn' hit my jack, hit the Motorola
Put a V8 in that Jag, gon fuck the road up
Why the hoe trip out so bad, she ain't even from NOLA
Why the hoe tryn' get me mad, I can't pay her no mind
We fell out so bad, she ain't give me no signs

MOTOROLA

body w che

(lyrics)
Bands in the truck yeah
Smoke runtz, I can't see nun' yeah
We got hella guns yeah
Want smoke? Okay, it's up yeah
That boy ain't on nun' yeah
Yeah these bullets, yeah they gon' hurt
B-Big ass bullets, yeah they gon' hurt
Dumb ass boy, yeah he gon' learn
Count-Countin' bands, I'm going up
Pack came in, roll me a blunt
Don't want your bitch, I dont give no fucks
Love my hoe, I'm smackin her butt
Love my hoe, oh yeah she stuck
She on me, she want my sons yeah
Yeah yeah yeah, I can't trust no one
Keep a grip, I stay alert
Yea-yeah, my gun yeah it burst
Yeah codeine my double cup
This shit fucking up my guts yeah
Bitch, I feel so slumped
Can't feel nun', I'm way too numb
Yeah, rocking Saint Laurent
Yeah, Balenci my shirt
Yeah my bitch got bubble butt yeah
And we smoking on some herb
And we smoking on some herb
Nah, can't be like us yeah
Money count it up, get cash yeah thats a must yeah

givenofcks! [prod. bytt]

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