Powder

Lyrics

Ohhh Ohhh My young nigga got the power , gas and the drink Rollin through the six one five, plotting on getting bank Pass the loud and hit my stance, cause we done ran up Outta drink, like shaq up on the backboard, z up in The paint, Z up in the paint Little little little little little nigga, I can't help but murder Serta how niggas been sleeping on me, home boy got the Powder and the heater homie, At rock bottem so I can't see Jabronis, might get the hammer on my arm, cause my wrists Get lonely , I ain't never been phony , shout out to Kirby Shout out to Kirby, willing with smith and wessen 500, heard A fuck boy owed him like 500, its hard out here for a pimp Niggas is tricken man that girl got a limp, shit im chilling in the Cut with the juice and the dank, momma probably thinking Im a saint , probably kill her knowin im like pops with the juice And the drank My young nigga got the power , gas and the drink Rollin through the six one five, plotting on getting bank Pass the loud and hit my stance, cause we done ran up Outta drink, like shaq up on the backboard, z up in The paint, Z up in the paint Ahhhhh I get it I get it I get it Im youg L god of Young l god of my Young l god of my Young l god of my Young l god of my Young l god of my Young l god of my city Ohhh Swervin in my nigga catty, he just rolled up a loud chevy Wood grain tippen , black and mild wood tip pullin Cruising down 231 in the buick, my nigga got the gas so I'm lit Ona stay legit Ohhh it's a dream , got a bitch hitting falsettos Like ohhh, she lovin the crew, its not the weekend more like A Monday quarter past two , I tell her come through then we Make her do what it doo My nigga got the So Im lit My nigga got the So Im lit My nigga got the So Im lit