Told my homies smell the roses but they'd rather pick the tool up
Hard headed screw ups, you can blame the way we grew up
See most folks would rather not talk that true stuff
They'd rather smoke a few blunts, but
Nah I'm with that, I've served a few packs
So please do not pass me no backwood unless that shits fat, that's big facts (that's big facts)
Shouts to my homie Zach and my homies down Capital Ave, we go way back
Let's go way back, uh
Moms just happy that I'm not in jail
Knows I paid a couple homies bails
Thinking back we was bad as hell
How much weight did we have on the scale
Wait, let me not talk about it
Right now I'm eyeing that big body but, that's not for everybody
When I eat Italian in the Bronx, I feel like John Gotti
Gettin' it wether it's shows or it's socks, young Scoochie Armani
I got it all on me
Watch who you call homie
F*ck around and buy a bitch a bag yeah
If I got a bag on me, uh
And I don't need no hook for this shit
And I don't need no hook for this shit (let's go)
You don't pay my rent bitch shut the f*ck up
You don't know where I been bitch shut the f*ck up
Oh, you talking outta line that gets you f*cked up, wait
You wanna smoke, you don't got five? You got me f*cked up, uh (hold on)
Coat like what your rent costs
Big dog, put the beat in headlock
Big sauce, run up think you best not
I could teach a TED Talk or put you in a Red Cross, uh
Put the xans down I got, shit to do
I'm really eating homie I can, shit on you
Running with the bars I got, zips to move
And all my funds secure I don't, risk the loot (no)
Maverixx get your mother-f*cking head blown (pew pew)
You won't ever catch me slipping bitch I'm, ten toes (woo)
Showed up fresh, I'm in her mouth just like some Mentos, uh
Please excuse me, I talk crazy off them benzos, uh
Bitch I'm Danny Glover with the weapon (lethal)
Well, guess I'm more Mel Gibson with the weapon
Not, in your top ten
But, honorable mention, uh
Got detention, skipped it and got some head when
Dimes were ten but we flipped that shit for twenty
Man these dudes is goofs, man these dudes is really funny
Dudes can't run they mouth, unless their nose is runny
Bitch I just got a bag, bought some shit I never had, bitch I'm
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Told my homies smell the roses but they'd rather pick the tool up
Hard headed screw ups, you can blame the way we grew up
See most folks would rather not talk that true stuff
They'd rather smoke a few blunts, but
Nah I'm with that, I've served a few packs
So please do not pass me no backwood unless that shits fat, that's big facts (that's big facts)
Shouts to my homie Zach and my homies down Capital Ave, we go way back
Let's go way back, uh
Moms just happy that I'm not in jail
Knows I paid a couple homies bails
Thinking back we was bad as hell
How much weight did we have on the scale
Wait, let me not talk about it
Right now I'm eyeing that big body but, that's not for everybody
When I eat Italian in the Bronx, I feel like John Gotti
Gettin' it wether it's shows or it's socks, young Scoochie Armani
I got it all on me
Watch who you call homie
F*ck around and buy a bitch a bag yeah
If I got a bag on me, uh
And I don't need no hook for this shit
And I don't need no hook for this shit (let's go)
You don't pay my rent bitch shut the f*ck up
You don't know where I been bitch shut the f*ck up
Oh, you talking outta line that gets you f*cked up, wait
You wanna smoke, you don't got five? You got me f*cked up, uh (hold on)
Coat like what your rent costs
Big dog, put the beat in headlock
Big sauce, run up think you best not
I could teach a TED Talk or put you in a Red Cross, uh
Put the xans down I got, shit to do
I'm really eating homie I can, shit on you
Running with the bars I got, zips to move
And all my funds secure I don't, risk the loot (no)
Maverixx get your mother-f*cking head blown (pew pew)
You won't ever catch me slipping bitch I'm, ten toes (woo)
Showed up fresh, I'm in her mouth just like some Mentos, uh
Please excuse me, I talk crazy off them benzos, uh
Bitch I'm Danny Glover with the weapon (lethal)
Well, guess I'm more Mel Gibson with the weapon
Not, in your top ten
But, honorable mention, uh
Got detention, skipped it and got some head when
Dimes were ten but we flipped that shit for twenty
Man these dudes is goofs, man these dudes is really funny
Dudes can't run they mouth, unless their nose is runny
Bitch I just got a bag, bought some shit I never had, bitch I'm
Hard headed screw ups, you can blame the way we grew up
See most folks would rather not talk that true stuff
They'd rather smoke a few blunts, but
Nah I'm with that, I've served a few packs
So please do not pass me no backwood unless that shits fat, that's big facts (that's big facts)
Shouts to my homie Zach and my homies down Capital Ave, we go way back
Let's go way back, uh
Moms just happy that I'm not in jail
Knows I paid a couple homies bails
Thinking back we was bad as hell
How much weight did we have on the scale
Wait, let me not talk about it
Right now I'm eyeing that big body but, that's not for everybody
When I eat Italian in the Bronx, I feel like John Gotti
Gettin' it wether it's shows or it's socks, young Scoochie Armani
I got it all on me
Watch who you call homie
F*ck around and buy a bitch a bag yeah
If I got a bag on me, uh
And I don't need no hook for this shit
And I don't need no hook for this shit (let's go)
You don't pay my rent bitch shut the f*ck up
You don't know where I been bitch shut the f*ck up
Oh, you talking outta line that gets you f*cked up, wait
You wanna smoke, you don't got five? You got me f*cked up, uh (hold on)
Coat like what your rent costs
Big dog, put the beat in headlock
Big sauce, run up think you best not
I could teach a TED Talk or put you in a Red Cross, uh
Put the xans down I got, shit to do
I'm really eating homie I can, shit on you
Running with the bars I got, zips to move
And all my funds secure I don't, risk the loot (no)
Maverixx get your mother-f*cking head blown (pew pew)
You won't ever catch me slipping bitch I'm, ten toes (woo)
Showed up fresh, I'm in her mouth just like some Mentos, uh
Please excuse me, I talk crazy off them benzos, uh
Bitch I'm Danny Glover with the weapon (lethal)
Well, guess I'm more Mel Gibson with the weapon
Not, in your top ten
But, honorable mention, uh
Got detention, skipped it and got some head when
Dimes were ten but we flipped that shit for twenty
Man these dudes is goofs, man these dudes is really funny
Dudes can't run they mouth, unless their nose is runny
Bitch I just got a bag, bought some shit I never had, bitch I'm
Writer: MATHEW GEORGE CARLOTO
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