BLUNT TO MY LIPS (PAT FLOW)

[Intro]
Yeah, for real, for real (Damn, money, fire this up)
On God, pussy, yeah
For real, for real
Yeah, yeah (Juice me up, OJ)

[Chorus]
Blunt to my lips, pocket full of Crips
Switch on my, finna put fifty on my grip
Bag full of pills, these bitches love purp'
I love syrup, that pussy fat, it need some [?]
These niggas ain't street, need to go into church
Back there in the church and they friends on shirts
Put they friends on shirts
I keep some sauce, you want you some work?
I keep some powder, you want you some work?
Keep spinnin' for hours, they bitin' the dirt
With the switch in the fire if I see you go to work
We made the opps movе off-turf

[Verse]
She wanna fuck
Bitch, that's a no
I want a big blue bankroll
Forevеr crackin' fours
Nigga trust in hoes
Nigga trust in bitches
Forgettin' about that [?]
Forever on [?], I'ma spin on you bitches
[?] boy action, get hit up with [?]
I've been focused my name, [?] you bitches
I press play, press the button on you bitches
Pull up in some [?] with a whole lot of switches
I keep one of the prettiest lil' bitches
I keep a pretty lil' bitch with the moves
She couldn't eat beef so she eatin' screw (God)
That pussy wet like a pool
She know I ain't lackin', know I keep the tool (Switch)
I ain't leavin' without this chopper, I ain't leavin' without this switch
These hoes fuck a nigga for the clout
That's why I fuck and I cancel the bitch
I know I'm rich and handsome, lil' bitch
I put that boy in a Pamper, lil' bitch
That boy walk with a shit bag
Me and my ho talk, we talk a lot of bags
That ho thick to the head with a lot of class
I like to grip on that fat ass
The city know we puttin' niggas in body bags
They know me and Double 0 got a lot of bags
They know me and Junior B got a lot of racks
I keep ecstacy, Perc, it's part of that
You takin' pictures right there, you know we target that
You know we shoot where they party at
I got a ho, love the Act', where the molly at?
I got a B, love A, where the Percs at?
I'ma break a bitch, ho, where your purse at?
Spin on the 7, I make 'em regurgitate
7.62 made the car [?]
I know I'ma hit shit, you won't get far
I keep the Act' in a bah-bah
I keep the Wock' in a bah-bah
She like to fuck in my car
Dick in your bih, call me papa
Bitch, you ain't nothin'
Everybody been fuckin'
He diss Critter, he pluckin'
7.62 his muffin

[Chorus]
Blunt to my lips, pocket full of Crips
Switch on my, finna put fifty on my grip
Bag full of pills, these bitches love purp'
I love syrup, that pussy fat, it need some [?]
These niggas ain't street, need to go into church
Back there in the church and they friends on shirts
Put they friends on shirts
I keep some sauce, you want you some work?
I keep some powder, you want you some work?
Keep spinnin for hours, they bitin' the dirt
With the switch in the fire if I see you go to work
We made the opps move off-turf