doe doe

, trill entertainment, young savage, if it ain't purple we ain't even smokin it, blowin doe, doe with this 4-4, got the hat back with the seats low, blowin doe, doe with this 4-4, got the hat back with the seats low, blowin doe, doe with this 4-4, got the hat back with the seats low, blowin doe, doe with this 4-4, got the hat back with the seats low, it ain't no joke up in here, got so much smoke up in here, that you'll prolly choke up in here, if you ain't on that dope up in here, mayne i should slow up in here, cause i can't get roped up in here, got this lil'hoe up in here and i ain't had insurance in years, but i'll turn the wheels, the music fuck up your ears, snatch some mo twenty-sixes, give you mo shit to go whisper, i have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time, you do this shit by the month, i switch 'em up by the blunt, so don't be stuntin, respect that chickens and boppas be on me, and yeah i'm prolly in the projects with some lil'niggas that's wanted, in the whip with some tint, bad bitch with some sense, i get tired of ridin this, i hit the castle and switch, yeah my lil'homie done came up on some extravagant shit, so i roll it up and took me an extravagant hit, got to laughin and grinnin, mayne it must be pleasin, started trippin and cheesin, i rolled another one, immediate-you know i'm, i be creepin slowly in the monte carlo, i ain't goin inside till tomorrow, i gotta get it, give a fuck if it's your car note, black jeep behind me that's my nigga marlo, i pull up at the studio, i'm gettin blunted, with a stripper, boosie call her young dummy, my girl hit me, phat bring yo ass home, not right now cause i'm gettin my thug on, eyes low, yeah i'm smokin off the pound, hat back, seats low-me and my round, 4-4 in my pack it's kind of heavy, take it off, put it on my lap-i stay ready, this shit got me mayne i'm tired of smokin this, hit my nigga b to get some different shit, mothafucka and don't never think i'm scary, i put hollow tips through yo fuckin belly, they gon burn ya like a deli, i stay ready, mayne i'm always in the ghetto, in the ghetto you can find me, cadillac swangin-car killas right behind me, rollin down the interstate doin bout ninety, the car so smoked out this shit about to blind me, gotta crack the window and let loose the smog, while i'm bendin corners in my candy painted hog, this sweet is so impact, this mothafuckas like a log, i take another hit and then i pass it to my dogg, a doe, doe smokin gangsta, i stay twistin that green, a twenty eight gram a day habit, know what i mean, if i don't get medicine nigga on the cool, i'm bout to start trippin out-actin a mothafuckin fool, that's when dr.jekyll turn into hyde on these boys, and pull out the hecklar and start to ride on these boys, where i'm from we ain't lettin shit slide on these boys, but we gon'keep our pistols and our eyes on these boys, that's whassup,