[ Featuring Death G ]
Heard you talk a lot, dead homie
Money in my bank, get a count homie
These phony's in my city, you a lil homie
Chopper make a ding, when it rain homie
Bitch I got a flock, and we dead homies
Smoking up a rolie, and we fun homie
Bitch I got a flock, and we dead homies
Smoking up a rolie, and we fun homie
Off the sneezis dropping ankles bitch I feel like perc angle
Popping shells inside the ocean like we matter start commotions
You so pussy new emotion inside and out you still a pussy
Motion picture cause I'm animated off the stizzys getting busy
Rapping shit inside the closet cause it fits my budget
Special gadget pack it hack it
SV never lacking
Pop pop
40s make there gums chop
Chopper sounding like a helicopter flying overhead
MIA
They say there really buzzing but it's quiet everywhere
Homie your bitch, SV on a tank per trolling to the bank
Heard you talk a lot, ouu dead homie
Money in my bank, get a count homie
These phony's in my city, you a lil homie
Chopper make a ding, when it rain homie
Heard you talk a lot, ouu dead homie
Money in my bank, get a count homie
These phony's in my city, you a lil homie
Chopper make a ding, when it rain homie
Bitch I got a flock, and we dead homies
Smoking up a rolie, and we fun homie
Bitch I got a flock, and we dead homies
Smoking up a rolie, and we fun homie
Show up to the spot
With a basket full of drugs
All my homies do the drugs
Fill the basket with some guns
Dirty up my shoes when I jump inside the mosh
Head swinging till my chain pops
Shooting at my ops drop
Shoes never been tied
Cause I never had a tie
Only to my brothers stick together till we all die
Smoke up all my ops I roll em up and then I get high
Baskets getting heavy too much pressure but I still grind
SV be the cult
We got bad bones
My dick inside your throat
On some bad hoes
Never miss a show
At the 8th road
Emptied out my basket
Time to get more
