Mhm, off the top
I got dope out the bay 
If you need it come and tap in
I be running, I got smack 
Off the bean, off the g
They all know who it be
G double o, one oh

Damn fools on Orleans we smoke it easily
Headshots, Headshots
Don’t check they know 
Vampin’ to the state
I do
I provide the x, slabs
I place, I eat
Them streets they know 
I’m grown, PIMP
I’m him

To this day for the longest 
Smoking easily drop it
Hey, that’s watered down off the top
That’s watered down off the top 
That’s watered down off the top
That’s watered down off the top
That’s watered down off the top

Pockets on zoom, since I entered the room
(How I move)
What that mean?
I’m finding my groove
(With the groove)
Making them moves
Pour one out something like a boss tycoon
In the tomb, y’all soon to be buried real soon
Since the womb, I been surrounded by poon
Hitting them spoons, God plays bassoon 
Tell it, tell it
(Yeah, y’know I let it boom)
Get womped out, and he looking cartoon
Surrounded by shrapnel, town disparate communes
Five bodies in one day, slapping maroons
(With the tool)
Tar pit sinking, bones bubble in goo la goon
Spreading them wings on the tree 
And this bitch right here
Spreading her thangs, it’s doing what it do
Wanted posters since the dry cocoon 
You, motherfucker? 
You a motherfucking fool

Crack, crack
That crack is hard, it hard
I sell, I slang on boulevard
They know, they know
That go, that grow
It hit, it signs
It look like snow
It cold

To this day, woadie now
This is it

Everyday my birthday, you’ll float too
Everyday my birthday, said with balloon 
Everyday, everyday, everyday yo, yo
Time of the season
El Niño making cinco monsoons
Spin her head around and round, she call it typhoon
Milk first, no cereal
Still slow I sip with no spoon
Big for my lil, that’s what the fuck I do
Yo ooh
One, two, three hoes skip to the loo
Bring me the loot, give me that shit
Yo, give me the rock, I’ma dunk slam it
Pills all buried beneath that casket
Y’all falsifying history, that’s too tragic
I’ma keep flipping acid
Main hoe gon keep hard, acrobatic
Y’all can keep the trash, that bitch damaged
Yeah

It hurt inside
It blurred
They know it mean
They know it curt 
I sell, I dwell
Right, inhale
I be with fiends, I’ma sell

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