40 Bars of Terror

Lyrics

6 shots out of the wesson So much purple, a drought is out of the question Blow ya heart out of your chest and Lay low in a Trump duplex down on the west end Focus on what I invest in Got married to marijuana, yeah And the connect is my best man Even though the game gon' change It's the same old thing Most of my cash came off caine I'm in the 6-4-5 nigga with deuce dueces White pipe, late night creepin' with 2 deuces Old head told me can't save money you useless And all you gon' ever have is excuses boy What the fuck ya'll think I make music for And I'm bout to get a gallon of water My man on lock down but flood the Island with quarters Move work from Denver to DC like Portis O.T. the whole winter, see me like August And I still rip a nigga beat like I bought it And they say it's my time so I'm glad I caught it My bars could be smoked in the pipe or snorted I'm just makin' it cl-iz-ear The ch-iz-amp is h-iz-ere The g-iz-ame is mi-zi-ne niggas This y-iz-ear Glock with a full clip Ya'll keep droppin' that bullshit Til' you get popped like a bull whip Plan is to amaze ya And even when they try to make the God dress up I got the hammer in the blazer Step my game up from the potato to the laser So you gone need surgery even if it graze ya Motha' fuckin' kiss of death nigga Double R, D-BLOCK, and you know the ghost is next nigga Can't find you, we just smoke the next nigga Never hold nothin' in, you supposed to check niggas Whoever you can think of is garbage off-hand Never forget how to make a profit off grams I just sold my house, I made a profit off land The beamer's on eBay, I got that off Cam' You never woulda thought Martin was knockin' off Pam We got riders in every market nigga they all fam Yea yea, I design these things And you know I'm in the hood like Chinese wings