Broski rolling gas like we plugged in thru the Chevron Big homie outta town cheffing cookies off the Teflon They thought I was tryna lie when I was tryna show dem what I been on You don’t gotta lie I can tell you never got put on The killers tryna score They catching bodies like it’s Xbox Said they never lack but I seen them and I guess not Couldn’t catch them there tonight but I’m bout to double back the same spot I thought that Myers lost his mind when he was remixing his soft with the Clorox If you’re real then where’s your dawgs? We been locked in since the sandbox Thought they were trained to go how they get latched up by a dope sock Tryna hit a stain tonight and catch him by the jugg stop Wrap them like burritos and then DoorDash to the stash spot Gotta chase those dreams because the hitters got belief in me They might blindside you make a duppy for the jewelry I ain’t even Christian but they’re tryna get me crossed We running eat foods for a purpose They don’t gotta cause Break it out the wrapper Break it down then get it off Had to saw the barrel off so I could walk around with slugs They still miss the past they still miss the way it was Drop the X into the OJ Me and Bizzle tweaking like some bugs
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Broski rolling gas like we plugged in thru the Chevron
Big homie outta town cheffing cookies off the Teflon
They thought I was tryna lie when I was tryna show dem what I been on
You don’t gotta lie I can tell you never got put on
The killers tryna score
They catching bodies like it’s Xbox
Said they never lack but I seen them and I guess not
Couldn’t catch them there tonight but I’m bout to double back the same spot
I thought that Myers lost his mind when he was remixing his soft with the Clorox
If you’re real then where’s your dawgs?
We been locked in since the sandbox
Thought they were trained to go how they get latched up by a dope sock
Tryna hit a stain tonight and catch him by the jugg stop
Wrap them like burritos and then DoorDash to the stash spot
Gotta chase those dreams because the hitters got belief in me
They might blindside you make a duppy for the jewelry
I ain’t even Christian but they’re tryna get me crossed
We running eat foods for a purpose
They don’t gotta cause
Break it out the wrapper
Break it down then get it off
Had to saw the barrel off so I could walk around with slugs
They still miss the past they still miss the way it was
Drop the X into the OJ
Me and Bizzle tweaking like some bugs