Lyrics

[Intro/Chorus] It's very few things that I love in my life My money, my music and fuckin' the whole night Good weed, bitches and guns Good weed, bitches and guns It's very few things that I love in my life My daughter Raquel that's the love of my life Good weed, bitches and guns Good weed, bitches and guns [Verse 1] Top of the mornin' Ain't nothin' better than wakin' up to top in the mornin' Nothin' worse than a nigga pushin' off ya top in the mornin' Besides poppin' up on a wake and poppin' off the top of the mournin' I will mop up the floor with you, rockin' the four Drivin' across country, takin' money that's probably yours Tryin' to floss? Pfff! That ain't a chain that's a necklace Drop all you squares in a row like Tetris, nigga Rock tryin' get to this dough – exit I done robbed plenty niggas for dough – breadsticks Click shells nigga, eggs bitch, serve you niggas breakfast Shit ain't all deep or eclectic, it's death bitch, listen Shots pourin', no a nigga ain't sippin' 'em cool With a four-five Colt, call me Chilly D Williams Nigga don't take it there, I'm takin' care of mine Take this L and smoke it, or you gon' take a L, here's a light [Chorus] It's very few things that I love in my life My money, my music and fuckin' the whole night Good weed, bitches and guns Good weed, bitches and guns It's very few things that I love in my life My daughter Raquel that's the love of my life Good weed, bitches and guns Good weed, bitches and guns [Verse 2] Listen, I'm livin' Sackman street slash trigger tradition We different from even niggas we kin with, I need distance Got no time nor the attention span to listen to yo' bitch shit Get yo' grip nigga, or get a grip nigga Get you a bitch and get a crib nigga I make you a movie, get a grip nigga Light the shit up, I stick to the script with it It's back to business, dip snitches and spit sickness First of my kind to ever rap like this If you could rap like this, you don't act like this Jesus, pose for a hug somehow shorty grab my dick Ain't no accident if she asks, I dent up her insides - that's just it Hold up, pass my spliff! That's Rock L, like that's my kid, see what I did there? Greatest of all time, go ask my kid And my nigga P ain't here to see it, I'm still mad like shit [Outro/Chorus] It's very few things that I love in my life My money, my music and fuckin' the whole night Good weed, bitches and guns Good weed, bitches and guns It's very few things that I love in my life My daughter Raquelle [?] that's the love of my life Good weed, bitches and guns Good weed, bitches and guns