Blunt To My Lip

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Pull up to your mammy house
 I put yo family straight to sleep
 Riding with the duster by my side
 I'm about to sweep the streets
 Tell them hoes I stole this murder? when I hit they fuckin' town
 Tato tip all on that bitch so they don't make no sound
 It's the grey five nine, step inside the columbine
 Where you witness your demise
 And this throne will still be mine
 Grey Gorilla Mac nine, make your heart flat line
 Speaking bout my fucking clique
 Buckle up and throw down
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Oh shit, here we go
 These percs and xans, I'm feelin' low
 We skrrt the porsche, the engine blow
 I been too rich, now watch me glow
 Draco twitch now, watch me empty out a clip
 Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I'll hit yo shit
 VVS my neck, jeweled out too, my wrist
 Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid
 Smoke is in a brick
 I got too much on me, that's why your bitch, she want me
 Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Watchin' for the police cause they always tryna catch me mane
 A two to 11 in progress, I'm 'bout to rob this sucka out his shit
 Tie him up and tape his mouth, tell this bitch don't make no sound
 Throw that busta in the trunk, 'bout to take him hellbound
 Out the grave, you can't kill what's dead
 I like my room bloody red
 My souvenir, this sucka head
 And in the water is where he dread
 Tearin' up the hot lead
 I like the shotty cus its' spread
 Fuckin' with the killa, promise by the end
 You'll be dead
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
 Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
 Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips