Slow Roll

All my youngins be on go mode
 Slow roll, all my youngins be on go mode
 Let's get it
 Used to pack it up, had to slow roll, tryna trap me up a dough roll
 Hundred round Drac' and the long nose, thuggin' on 8 with the .44s
 High-speed chase 'til the drugs on, runnin' from Jake and the popo
 They claim the game but they subpar
 Sweat a hundred Percs, need another jar
 Been a hot boy with them rock stars
 Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar
 Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked
 Sitting on a corner in her hood parked
 Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood
 Hop out the back of a squad car
 Either you trap or you farm hot
 Choppers with straps on the arm stock
 Slidin' with Glocks in the armrest
 Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck
 Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex
 Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track
 Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back
 Turn your town into Old Country Buffet
 But we met the plug at Outback
 We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin' with the Wildcats
 Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack
 Hate my irritating ass Js but a nigga love to count racks
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 When my doc' write, look like scribble-scratch
 Straight drop got a nigga block slappin' like a pitty-pat
 Stuff a bitch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat
 Hothead with a heated temper, quick to Windex a nigga fitted cap
 Right hand man the grim reaper, index finger, don't trigger that
 Dumb thinking you can fuck with Blockworks
 How the fuck a nigga figure that?
 He done got whacked, hit him in his hat
 Twist his top back, we'll peel his cap
 Bloodstains on the concrete
 All-white stitch with a hint of grey
 Broken glass, middle of the street
 See the bricks chipped from the ricochet
 Wipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin' off with them misfits
 Ridin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play
 Don't let that money go to your head
 Cause the money change hands anyway
 In the Feds on his death bed only time when a nigga pray
 Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay
 Free Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray
 Used to let him pour his own trouble
 Champagne glass full of rose bubbles
 Louis belt with the gold buckle
 Mr. Micheal Mary with the stone jungle (Whatever)
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