Untitled Song
• Written by bigchops18
Don't get it twisted like my blunt
We can't kick it so fuck a punt
That loud hit ya that shit packs a punch
Its that good
Roll it in a backwood
Now a days every body act hood
Cut it out
That's ya wifey
I'll smut her out
Rip this beat to a thousand peices
Ya walk a fine line so ya shoes never cresis
I'm always the topic so they wrote a thesis
Fuck with me I'll shake you up
You got a dream I'll wake you up
What the fuck ya niggas talking bout
You see me bet you take a diffrent rout
My shooters got they eyes on ya just like a scout
Chaseing paper stackin big amouts
I fold money fuck a bank accounts
And my niggas on the real shit
No fingers you can't feel shit
This is mind tricks like a jedi
Good herb leave me red eye
With dialated pupils
From allentown were it gets crucial
I don't gang bang or cocain slang
I sit back roll that dank
Collect that bank
Quick to let it off
He runs faster
Prays to the paster
But he's a basterd
So there no father involed
If there a problem it get solved
And she fucking everybody as soon as the molly disolved
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bigchops18
Member since January 26 2014