"INDO" lyrics
I'm a- (Hahaha)
Rich ass junky, with a mouth full of golds (Where my weed at?)
Oooooweee, Sprinkle, we smoking on Indo
We don't fuck with no bimbo
Longway, Longway, bitch
Sprinkle, we smoking on Indo
Bags, we trapping it, In do'
Roll up a wood, and I jump in the Benz
Like the mailman, get it to your front door (Knock, knock)
I'm still in the hood, with two Glocks in the woods
The .44 mad, like 'Sammy The Bull'
Roll up, grow up, smoke up, go up
Twisting my finger, then go up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Slow up, 'fore you blow up
Smoking on O's pouring up 4's
Hoping this shit don't slow up
Throwing them 'bow's like Ludachris song
Come shop with the grower, come re-up
4-48, make your pocket get fatter
Come shop with the plug, kick your feet up
I drop the ticket, they come get the reefer
Ain't nobody ticket can beat us
Trap in Balenci', the Glock got extension
Three straps in my bag, like addi-das
Stand in the trap, when I'm trying to get extra
I go hit the brick with the beater, let's get it
I'm an investor, I know the good texture
I know what to do with the reefer, let's go
I'm in the Bay, with that shit on the floor
I send the box to the neighbor next door
Smoke in the air, we go up with the score
.44 blow like a blunt of Indo
Riding down the street, sipping Gin and Juice
On the big BackWood and the little bitty boot
Every where I go, I want smoke, like, "Shoot him"
Two fingers, one thumb, don't think it's a deuce
My flag on the left, know it's neighborhood blue
I catch the fade with the stick, what it do?
Bitch eat the dick like it's déjà vu
He got 'ducked' for the 42, working my move
Smoking on Sprinklez like hookah's, at crew
Got Uzi, Bazooka's, the 'Gulag crew'
Smoking on Sprinklez like hookah's, at crew
Got Uzi, Bazooka's, the 'Gulag crew'
Sprinkle, we smoking on Indo
Bags, we trapping it, In do'
Roll up a wood, and I jump in the Benz
Like the mailman, get it to your front door (Knock, knock)
I'm still in the hood, with two Glocks in the woods
The .44 mad, like 'Sammy The Bull'
Roll up, grow up, smoke up, go up
Twisting my finger, then go up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Slow up, 'fore you blow up
Smoking on O's pouring up 4's
Hoping this shit don't slow up
Throwing them 'bow's like Ludacris song
Come shop with grower, come re-up
4-48, make your pocket get fatter
Come shop with the plug, kick your feet up
Rich ass junky, with a mouth full of golds (Where my weed at?)
Oooooweee, Sprinkle, we smoking on Indo
We don't fuck with no bimbo
Longway, Longway, bitch
Sprinkle, we smoking on Indo
Bags, we trapping it, In do'
Roll up a wood, and I jump in the Benz
Like the mailman, get it to your front door (Knock, knock)
I'm still in the hood, with two Glocks in the woods
The .44 mad, like 'Sammy The Bull'
Roll up, grow up, smoke up, go up
Twisting my finger, then go up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Slow up, 'fore you blow up
Smoking on O's pouring up 4's
Hoping this shit don't slow up
Throwing them 'bow's like Ludachris song
Come shop with the grower, come re-up
4-48, make your pocket get fatter
Come shop with the plug, kick your feet up
I drop the ticket, they come get the reefer
Ain't nobody ticket can beat us
Trap in Balenci', the Glock got extension
Three straps in my bag, like addi-das
Stand in the trap, when I'm trying to get extra
I go hit the brick with the beater, let's get it
I'm an investor, I know the good texture
I know what to do with the reefer, let's go
I'm in the Bay, with that shit on the floor
I send the box to the neighbor next door
Smoke in the air, we go up with the score
.44 blow like a blunt of Indo
Riding down the street, sipping Gin and Juice
On the big BackWood and the little bitty boot
Every where I go, I want smoke, like, "Shoot him"
Two fingers, one thumb, don't think it's a deuce
My flag on the left, know it's neighborhood blue
I catch the fade with the stick, what it do?
Bitch eat the dick like it's déjà vu
He got 'ducked' for the 42, working my move
Smoking on Sprinklez like hookah's, at crew
Got Uzi, Bazooka's, the 'Gulag crew'
Smoking on Sprinklez like hookah's, at crew
Got Uzi, Bazooka's, the 'Gulag crew'
Sprinkle, we smoking on Indo
Bags, we trapping it, In do'
Roll up a wood, and I jump in the Benz
Like the mailman, get it to your front door (Knock, knock)
I'm still in the hood, with two Glocks in the woods
The .44 mad, like 'Sammy The Bull'
Roll up, grow up, smoke up, go up
Twisting my finger, then go up
Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
Slow up, 'fore you blow up
Smoking on O's pouring up 4's
Hoping this shit don't slow up
Throwing them 'bow's like Ludacris song
Come shop with grower, come re-up
4-48, make your pocket get fatter
Come shop with the plug, kick your feet up
