Road, pockets on bruise bruise by Louken
Coming from colours like fruit loops remove goose
Whole rather have me like 2 groups they too blues
Balling on me running through niggas bitches that shoot loops cruise
Not even magic blue or Shaq feet
Back like the bitch ran track ass like athletes
Quite up in the peace so wait on that pass me
Falling on that ass bitch, striptease be last week
I guess I got the dick so I make the rules
When they let the mothernigga play the rules
Strapped up motherfucker better pledge luv
Even H57 that's my favourite tune
I'm a fool dog ass nigga
So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch
I'm a fool dog ass nigga
So go play with your kids I'm a grown ass nigga bitch
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the gag you probably no OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said It'sall on me, me, me
Then put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
Come to California that's where I'm from
Fuck the girl pussy until it's none
Do my damn thing and I shake like a petrify
Fake a state hate long as real niggas are recognizing
I'm good, yeah yeah I'm good
Taking care of my day ones and feeding on my wolf
2 3 6 files ago I was live you know
Yeah I got off more tree than woods
Nigga used to real, ace spades a deal
It ain't what you say it's how you say what you feel
I do it from the chest I reek of succes
You ain't seen a nigga this cold out the west in a long time
Boy say you wanna problem it's a long line
Super high boy push a cold line
Shawty starring at a gold mine
I'm on now, showtime
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the gag you probably no OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said It'sall on me, me, me
Then put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me
We smoking on G
I meet up with my nigga
We chopping the whole key
I slap it on a fire I'm stabbing on a G
Be order still my folks be close it's 9 3
Money over bitches running with my niggas
Hooving with the squad the robbers the dope dealers
Without these permissions I'm german the cold killers
Open on the streets don't got mercy on broke niggas
I'm thugging to the east bay and my nigga jack of 7
I'm on the freeway I need another pack of that
You know how beef lay hit the liquor flip the zippers
I told the girl I'm just the type of nigga
Got my killer from the east way
Hit the lay I got some weight to the 8th tray
You broke it down I hit my money at the next hay
Hit a liquor flip the zippers,
Told my girl I'm just the type of nigga
It's all on me I put it on me
Until the day I die fuck hoes smoke tree
We bustin up the gag you probably no OG
Got bottles under table the tab they 4G
And I put it on me, me, me
I put it on me, me, me
Said It'sall on me, me, me
Then put it on me, me, me
Said I put it on me