Krown! Roll that weed up my nigga, smoke some [?] on the beat Might to grab the Glock and go smoke some man, these niggas got me fucked up man ([?] boys nigga) Gang shit nigga, you know how we bummin' around this bitch (Four five [?], for real) Bro head still fucked up, we still like to [?] shit We ain't no hitters shoot the fucking [?] is You lil niggas still land on the opps We the motherfucking reason that they mans get dropped I never bust [?] just [?] I was ducking four fives nigga back in twelfth grade You niggas bitch made, bunch of fake thugs hating While we [?] with them Glock, Nines and [?] with them lasers Rappin' about all this street shit, nigga stop How you was postin' on thе block and never bumped in thе opps How you niggas coppin' all these Es, bitch and never bumped in the chain and my nigga Big E Damn right we make flips been [?] nigga, been ridin' on sixes [?] Been on that gang shit since the high school [?] teach, nigga [Interlude: SmokeCamp Chino) (Nigga we been doing this shit nigga) (Shit ain't new to us nigga) (We been slidin' on niggas, nigga) (We been on that gang shit, nigga) (We been on the block making plays, doing all that shit nigga) (Real niggas doing that shit, nigga) (Better ask around this bitch, nigga) (Smoke boy for life nigga) ([?] blow a nigga top off in this bitch, nigga) (Blood, nigga) (Blood nem nigga) [Verse 2: ATM Krown] Look, ay How you call yourself my boy if you ain't answer when I call That shit flaw, I'ma have to cut you off Steady askin' about the source, I can't give it out Livin' like I'm [?] boy try run me up a big amount Just left [?] bitch's house You know I had to skrrt off Bro serve 'em while I'm fucking take my time to take a shirt off The cops be slow pulling up cause they ain't be here before We getting this [?] If not, you get [?] dough Them blickys a blow, glizzy what we tuckin' no doubt You stay in a house, cook you up we puffin' [?] [?] And that gon' mean no fightin' we shootin' Small circle shit, it ain't gon' be no more recruiting If you ain't rockin' with the gang then you losin' but you [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] [?] Fuck, if nobody listen my people drillin' You know that
About “Dirt, Blow, Cards & Murder” by Smokecamp Chino
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