PPA’S MOST WANTED LIST

[Verse 1]
Getting money in my DNA, got racks all in my jeans (genes)
And this Glock came with accessories, a switchy and a beam
I just poured 2 4s and smoked an 8th and that’s shoutout to Bean
Micheal Blackson in my double cup, I piss promethazine

Can’t complain about this life of sin and fame cause I wanted this
Park the Lamb wherever, I’m on PPA’s most wanted list
And you see the coupe doors suicidal like you seen a corpse
I’m so cold I got he white folk wearing sweats instead of shorts

I might put the blunt down but I start up with the cup again
Shawty text me from her Google Voice, she trying to fuck again
Copped a zip of OG Traffic, smoke it, and I’m stuck again
Pulled up to the strip they said no poles but we snuck them in

Roll your mans up with Biscotti now we huffing the pot
Think the opps must know karate how they ducking the chop
Paid the bitch to do pilates now I’m fucking the thot
Said she got like 0 bodies now I’m stuck in her twat

Man I’m just busting your chops
Keep an iron like Stark
My dawgs going to run up on the opps like a walk in the park
We going to roll up all your homies with this pot and I spark
Stevie Wonder with a Glock cause this a shot in the dark

[Chorus]
I done nut all in his momma once
Smoking on Obama Runtz
I stuff it in this palma blunt
The digits on the comma run
Chatting on the internet
I ain’t really into that
Diamonds on my pinky look like water got my finger wet
You get smoked like cigarette
Turn you to a silhouette
I can tell he don’t like smoke, he got the cigarillo wet
Sleep on me like pillow pet
Run shit like I’m jogging
But I don’t like to ball without my twin like Brook and Robin

[Verse 2]
Hop up in the car and watch me whip it though
Shit I been at the bar, you know I’m steady sipping 4s
You think the trap a farm the way I’m touching chicken though
She want to spend the night, I want to give her dick and go
Shawty get under my skin like a stick and poke
She want to argue cause she hate the way I drink and smoke
It’s way too late to start this shit like Scottie Pippen locs
I kick her out and now she said that she was kidding though, I told that bitch she tripping yo

I ain’t about to eat the coochie if she got not ass
She get 76er dick, I go two rounds max
I got everybody waiting onmy new soundtrack
I let my grandpa bump the tape he told me, “You sound black”

Yeah!
All my bitches good with numbers count that cash for me
Told her play your single, she going to shake that ass for me
Gave them all a hand but they all turned their back to me
All my shooters atheist you know the blasphemy (blast for me)

[Chorus]
I done nut all in his momma once
Smoking on Obama Runtz
I stuff it in this palma blunt
The digits on the comma run
Chatting on the internet
I ain’t really into that
Diamonds on my pinky look like water got my finger wet
You get smoked like cigarette
Turn you to a silhouette
I can tell he don’t like smoke, he got the cigarillo wet
Sleep on me like pillow pet
Run shit like I’m jogging
But I don’t like to ball without my twin like Brook and Robin