missile

Ay fuck one or two things I gotta trap it all
A small amount of disrespect'll get me mad as fuck
Bitch I'm from the city we be jackin cars
Put that fye up to ya temple, you gon' let us drive it off
Nah I won't lie, I done smoked so many blunts these hoes don't get me fried
She said "You really got them racks?" hoe when i ever lied?
As long they keep my name alive then I can't never die
I steady miss my bros
When I'm walking through the cold I'm still warmed by your soul
And as a kid had rocked the and1s with the old ass soles
And you said least your bro alive but at least mine ain't told
Nah, Cause we ain't no bitches
Its bout to be Christmas want some Glocks with switches
I'm finna make sure all my bros see some riches
Its me and Lil J we finna handle business
Yo, I got them demons with me
We stack so much cash it might just hit the ceiling
Had to take another pill cause I couldn't barely feel it
When i found out bout KZ you know it had me tearing
Yo, hoe I fuckin miss you
Fin' do it all for you, Fin' blow up like a missile

(ynx)