"Pussy Money Weed Freestyle" lyrics
Long live my niggas
Been on my shit with no big homie
In the back of the back with a stick on me
You cool with bro you ain't my homie
Gettin' off first, I ain't let niggas creep on me
Walk through the spot like I'm rich homie
Lotta money I look like a lick don't it
Your bitch wanna fuck, wanna lick on me
Just want the neck 'cause she just wanna sit on it
I was fourteen with a blick on me
Before all the Glocks, had a smith on me
On the road to them riches, we drillin' with switches, was thuggin' 'fore bro went to jail on me
These niggas ain't street, they'll tell on you
Ion argue with opps, we put belt on 'em
Ian shootin' up the crib, I'll lay on 'em
We'll sit in his bushes and wait on 'em
For real
Get that drop we're scorin'
Hit they block, we blowin'
Come here, don't run where you goin'?
Opps broke, they life so borin'
I ain't been on the block, been tourin'
This a Benz, well spin out a foreign
Rich nigga shit, switch the V in the morning
This shit I do, these fuck niggas hate it
This shit I do, nigga know it ain't basic
Lil bruh had died before I could make it
Leave blood in the street, leavin' opps on the pavement
Bad ass jits, we was trappin' [?]
'Member them days shootin' dice in the basement
[?] to look like a Haitian
No runnin' from death, so just pray for my safety
Tell 'em be safe but I tell 'em stay dangerous
Go through a lot you would think that I'm painless
Wavin' the switches, make sure that you aiming
Ain't using his head then we leavin' him brainless
So many act different, ten year niggas changed
Can't come back once they see I made it
We ain't shootin' from corners they know we close range 'em
Hit a opp ten times, got a heart full of anger
Treat the opps like kids, act bad we spank 'em
We don't roll up the opps no more we drank 'em
Treat a hoe like a hoe ain't no way I'd date her
Chasin' my opps and I'm chasin' this paper
24 on my clip, I shoot like a Laker
My cousin a robber, you know we'll take it
Can't build me a bitch but you know I could break her
Niggas waitin' for help, better go be a waiter
In traffic I ride with that shit on me
Switchin' lanes in the Scat with the switch on me
Pull on side of his whip and we blick on 'em
Made him run with his gun when we slid on 'em
Free bro out the prison, ain't tell on me
Took his time like a G, that was my homie
We gon' murder the opps, leave his face in the rocks, open fire heard he died with his stick on him
We don't stop for the food we high speed on 'em
Not a regular Glock, put a switch on it
You can't see through the whip, it's some gunners in here, so we went and put 5% tint on it
Hit his block with some gunners and spin on 'em
We don't shoot out the straight, we bail out on 'em
Know we gettin' off first, other side get the worst, fuck the opps, niggas know we put belt on 'em
Been on my shit with no big homie
In the back of the back with a stick on me
You cool with bro you ain't my homie
Gettin' off first, I ain't let niggas creep on me
Walk through the spot like I'm rich homie
Lotta money I look like a lick don't it
Your bitch wanna fuck, wanna lick on me
Just want the neck 'cause she just wanna sit on it
I was fourteen with a blick on me
Before all the Glocks, had a smith on me
On the road to them riches, we drillin' with switches, was thuggin' 'fore bro went to jail on me
These niggas ain't street, they'll tell on you
Ion argue with opps, we put belt on 'em
Ian shootin' up the crib, I'll lay on 'em
We'll sit in his bushes and wait on 'em
For real
Get that drop we're scorin'
Hit they block, we blowin'
Come here, don't run where you goin'?
Opps broke, they life so borin'
I ain't been on the block, been tourin'
This a Benz, well spin out a foreign
Rich nigga shit, switch the V in the morning
This shit I do, these fuck niggas hate it
This shit I do, nigga know it ain't basic
Lil bruh had died before I could make it
Leave blood in the street, leavin' opps on the pavement
Bad ass jits, we was trappin' [?]
'Member them days shootin' dice in the basement
[?] to look like a Haitian
No runnin' from death, so just pray for my safety
Tell 'em be safe but I tell 'em stay dangerous
Go through a lot you would think that I'm painless
Wavin' the switches, make sure that you aiming
Ain't using his head then we leavin' him brainless
So many act different, ten year niggas changed
Can't come back once they see I made it
We ain't shootin' from corners they know we close range 'em
Hit a opp ten times, got a heart full of anger
Treat the opps like kids, act bad we spank 'em
We don't roll up the opps no more we drank 'em
Treat a hoe like a hoe ain't no way I'd date her
Chasin' my opps and I'm chasin' this paper
24 on my clip, I shoot like a Laker
My cousin a robber, you know we'll take it
Can't build me a bitch but you know I could break her
Niggas waitin' for help, better go be a waiter
In traffic I ride with that shit on me
Switchin' lanes in the Scat with the switch on me
Pull on side of his whip and we blick on 'em
Made him run with his gun when we slid on 'em
Free bro out the prison, ain't tell on me
Took his time like a G, that was my homie
We gon' murder the opps, leave his face in the rocks, open fire heard he died with his stick on him
We don't stop for the food we high speed on 'em
Not a regular Glock, put a switch on it
You can't see through the whip, it's some gunners in here, so we went and put 5% tint on it
Hit his block with some gunners and spin on 'em
We don't shoot out the straight, we bail out on 'em
Know we gettin' off first, other side get the worst, fuck the opps, niggas know we put belt on 'em
