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Дата випуску: 08.04.2019
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Мова пісні: Англійська
Oz of Crack |
I’m a Ghetto Boy, I grew up in poverty |
Apply this pressure on these niggas, make 'em tired of me |
In the club, smokin' hella weed with my Glock on me |
Ain’t no liquor, me and bro just drunk a pint of lean |
Cut a nigga head off and make taco meat |
Put some bread on the ham like I’m 'bout to eat |
Whip a zip of hard for the fiends and swap it out for lean |
Buy a brick of soft for my team, and credit card machines |
Pint of red in my body, I can’t really focus |
I gotta press a thousand pills, it’s gon' take the longest |
Gotta hide this drank from my mama, she gon' make me pour it |
I got a gallon in her basement, she don’t even know it |
I had like seven thousand on me, I ain’t even show it |
'Cause the ones who flash they stash really be the brokest |
Crack fucked my uncle vision up, but he still smokin' |
Peezy told me, «Stay focused, we got them Ms comin'» |
Balenci' cost a whole ounce of crack (Uh-huh) |
My bitch Chanel cost a whole pint of Act' (Woah, woah) |
I fell off but I bounced right back (Yeah) |
Pay attention, lil' nigga, I can teach you how to stack |
I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad) |
They mad 'cause I’m on, nigga |
I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad) |
Yeah, they mad 'cause we on, nigga (Ooh, shit) |
We know you got a couple dollars, nigga, be humble |
'Cause C’ll blow your head off, and he don’t need money |
Really livin' in them trenches, you ain’t seen nothin' |
Hold on, bro, don’t pull off just yet, I got a fiend comin' |
I really love the Hi-Tech, I got a thing for her |
I ain’t never cheated on her with that green woman |
I really live the shit I say, this ain’t no dream, homie |
Long-nosed six-shot four-four, it got a beam on it |
My bitch purse cost a pint, I told her, «Take it back» |
Just give me two or three weeks and I could make it back |
Shit, I fell off last year, I’m just shakin' back |
Bro is not the fuckin' engineer, that shit you makin' trash |
If you could put 'em in position, nigga, make it happen |
Made ten in two days, but I could make it faster |
Make the money then save it, this the «stay up» challenge |
I know the nigga who sell blow if I don’t make it rappin' |
Balenci' cost a whole ounce of crack (Uh-huh) |
My bitch Chanel cost a whole pint of Act' (Woah, woah) |
I fell off but I bounced right back (Yeah) |
Pay attention, lil' nigga, I can teach you how to stack |
I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad) |
They mad 'cause I’m on, nigga |
I got these niggas mad 'cause I’m on, nigga (They mad) |
Yeah, they mad 'cause we on, nigga (Ooh, shit) |