Enchantment

Lyrics

[Intro] 2PHONENOAH, let that shit ring! Fuck, you be coughin'... fuck, you... you good? [Verse] Smokin' on this gas, this is propane Nigga, I just fucked on that bitch, I don't know her name Took her to a group home, ride around with two phones Bitch, I brought the blender, now my headie feelin' fantastic Lord forgive me, I done turned my Titi to a addict I done turned my unc into a crackhead I could make a million dollars, I'll still serve some more heads Nigga, if I make a million dollars, nigga I'll really cut ties with a lotta niggas A lotta niggas fake as a bitch, they want yo position Me and my bitch right realer, put her in position Break her back, [?], I'll hit her, put her in position Nigga, I got plenty spenders comin' down, listen I could really teach you a trick if you just listen Bust a brick in that kitchen, I be water whippin' Bitch, I been had a bomb like I'm Saddam Hussein Dick with the switch, nigga, and I got the chop, let it hang, nigga Nigga, I got G's in this muthafuckin' chain Fuck dude, I don't even fuck with dog Got cheese in the front and the back yard It don't cost shit but a G, nigga, don't be tryna act hard It don't cost shit but a G, nigga It don't cost shit but a G, nigga, don't be tryna act hard Don't bounce on my brothers like I'm Brett Favre Shootin' down I9 in this fast car Why you lyin'? You ain't that hard Seen niggas cryin' Can't no nigga take no swag of mine Shootin' shit up like the Columbine They gon' hate me I don't give a fuck, nigga, I got eight G's Pulled up in the crib, mild nigga, you a eight piece Bitch, I'm all about a bill Nigga runnin' to these G's, I just caught Jack and Jill If I get caught, hell nah, I won't squeal [Outro] Got G's on me I got G's on me Got G's on me I got G's on me Got G's on me I got G's on me Got G's on me I got G's on me Got G's on me I got G's on me Got G's on me I got G's on me