feat. Ar-Ab
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the n***as that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still f** put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming f** you to the cops
First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot
Hold up, anybody can't afford this pot
I smoke this, I smoke n***as, they deserve it, get shot
I don't start sh**, I depart sh**, they deserve what they got
They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get shot
Put a right skate on an ice plate, I'm eating well of this block
Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil
sponsored links
Ask me and I don't f** with you, I f** the b**hes that f** with you
And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out
Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it
Raw paper in this damn song but it's real life, I'm hands on
Other n***as ain't of it, they rap about it, I does it
I'm selling coke in the public, I done tell meet me in public
In a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist
Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don't change
Fur on, my bird's gone, I'm Brooklyn's new c**aine powder
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the n***as that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still f** put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming f** you to the cops
I wanna say thanks to my powers
That baking soda helped me with the progress
I may fit to your axe in the projects
The hood still talking about my rep
I done shot n***as over truck teams
'Cause n***as didn't see her when her looks came
I talk money, n***as run game
Where I'm from they only respecting the gun game
Remember when I used to drive a Regal
Now I'm paying for your rights for an Eagle
It's 8 big bullets in this Eagle, it's leaving n***as curled up in the field
I carry a topple like a handgun
I hear your baby mama pay your ransom
The coke and the pot and it's dancing
I hope all your kids catch cancer
I wanna say thanks to my pot
Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot
I wanna say thanks to my Glock
And RIP to the n***as that I shot
I wanna give thanks to my block
Still f** put the money in the stocks
It's 33 shots in them all
We screaming f** you to the cops