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Throwed Ese
Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop We don’t f*ck wit opps My dawg told me stay down You gone come up Now it’s pretty wet paint With the peanut butter guts Whole lotta loud Falling out the blunt On my way to hit a lick Wit The work off in the trunk We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop Fresh up outta hell 10 piece bale All about my kale Foreign on rodeo Salty water clan No 50 I’m the man Bumping duece on a duece Swisher got 3 grams Know I stayed down Everybody changed up Always trying to give advice On the how and the what mein Show me yo credentials Where the quintessentials It’s all inessential My dawg told me stay down You gone come up Now it’s pretty wet paint With the peanut butter guts Whole lotta loud Falling out the blunt On my way to hit a lick Wit The work off in the trunk We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop Fresh up out the mud and we still Ain’t got dirty Shout to the loe man and free my Nigga dirty And while we on the subject I cannot Forget Stunna I just took a zip and made that bitch a Hamburger I don’t make excuses Gotta find solutions Pullin up in new shit Ya baby mom a nuisance Sprite hella fucia I just poured cruzer Soles got the medusa My dawg told me stay down You gone come up Now it’s pretty wet paint With the peanut butter guts Whole lotta loud Falling out the blunt On my way to hit a lick Wit The work off in the trunk We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop Look like a pocket full of quarters But it’s really just my glock And I grew up with momma I ain’t ever had no pops Half the family sniffin And the other smoking rocks We was going to school Dirty draws and dirty socks Cherish every second You’ll never get it back My dawg just lost his granny She ain’t ever coming back F*ck the industry I’m stepping on it like a mat F*ck a nigga He either snaking or he a rat forreal My dawg told me stay down You gone come up Now it’s pretty wet paint With the peanut butter guts Whole lotta loud Falling out the blunt On my way to hit a lick Wit The work off in the trunk We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop We don’t f*ck wit opps We just send the shots Bustin down blocks We ain’t finna stop