[Intro]
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[Verse 1: Dr. Tank]
Bro on the back of the Greyhound, he ain’t Rosa Parks
He gotta be lowkey movin’ fifty thousand bars
2017 I was sellin’ out a thousand carts
2022 rollin’ up, back of the SVR
Make a bitch fall in love like Cupid
You would think I had molly at the end of the dart
Monkey on my back
Need oxy in my system every time it gets dark
Yeah, you love your broke
He gone smoke for your [?]
He ain’t wanna play his part
Puttin’ paper before loyalty
It gon’ break your heart
Life ain’t got no warranty
You gon’ break your peoples’ heart
They ain’t teach mе what to do with this much money
All them peoplе say that they love you
Now they actin’ funny
All them clouds over my head
It ain’t never sunny
I think that boy a dirty player
Snare the way that he be drummin’
I’m good down [?]
I’m comin’ whenever he be comin’
Bitch said she want that acetone
So she can wash her nails
I said a want some acetone
So I can wash my scales
He is talkin’ stupid
Like why the coke got scales
Pushin’ six hundred horses
So we call them Jake's snails
I swear to God losin’ Kay was worse than bein’ in a cell
That’s why I ain’t trippin if I end up in that bitch
[?] he can hit a face even with a glitch
And we got the method he ain’t ending up in no ditch
Pop a hundred fifty shots just out of one stick
I can hit you from a mile away campin’ in the sticks
**** river we threw out 8 or 9 glicks
[Verse 2: Smokedope2016]
8 or 9 glicks half of y’all ain’t even own one
I just served a QP to the mayor’s son
That’s a true story
Now he off the pills got a blue tongue
His ass on Maury tryna figure out if he got a son
I might have to run if I meet a snake
I might get a case if I show my face
Breakin’ my probation goin’ in and out of state
They might try to tase me, they might try to mace
Fuck a deputy bitch, yeah I’m spittin’ in they faces
Me and Tank leave ‘em faceless
I just got them 30s I ain’t talkin’ BMWs
Lil Trisha in the spot, swear thotty that I’m dubbin’ you
I got tweakers all around but I ain’t frontin’ you
Sell a pack just like it’s Christmas in the mid of June
She said she is mad at me, I said: “I’m mad at you”
Pound touchdown like Tom Brady I play Madden too
Yeah, I play Madden too
QB sneak, fuck around I’ve got some attitude
2-CB up in my blood I’m feelin’ really rude
Ecstacy, I'm off a Tesla goin’ 62
Goin’ 62
Goin’ 62
[Verse 3: Elcammgguod]
When I'm in the states, fuckin’ with Glocks but I still tote the Rambo
Finna grab some perks in the D and drive ‘em to Chicago
I been noddin' off, high as hell, ash on my Stoney cargos
[?]
I just took like seven 10s, B&H my favourite blems
If I hear knockin’ on my door, I’m dashin’ out the back again
Done spent all my money on the drank I’ll never sip again
Oh my Tele plug got Codipront? I’m sippin’ drank again
Finna’ take a trip to Germany, Sim swap [?]
Telecom be askin’ all these questions I know every answer
I really live my life like Travis Bickle I’m the Taxi driver
[?]
In the backseat, stolen car, blade’s up in my lap
I had to go and burn my Gucci hats ‘cause I don’t fuckin’ cap
I gotta keep them zombie killers round me ‘cause I canot lack
Nike tech fleece, latex gloves and a COVID mask