Custom Made Gangstas - Hydro lyrics

[talking:] C.M.G., smoke some'ing Hydro, getting money like it grow on trees [Lil' C:] Now I ain't never been in love, like this with a b**h Cause everytime I try to leave her, I like to spliff And I'm back, like it was my first time ever My first high ever, everytime I hit her I get on another level, now I'm zoning In my own world, E.T. phone home'ing She f** with other n***az, so I say she do my wrong I love it when she be around, hate when she be gone now What did I do, to deserve this hoe I been looking for you, calling everybody I know A.G. say he seen you, with a n***a at the sto' Ke said you left his spot, bout a hour ago Now I'm thinking to myself, man this some bullsh** When I get my hands on ya, I'ma break you down b**h And show you how to roll, and teach you how to hide Girl you the reason, I put stash spots in the ride [Hook:] Hyyyyydro, no sticks no seeds good weed Hyyyyydro, that's all I know that's all I need is that Hyyyyydro, blueberry or that purple sh** n***a Hyyyyydro, quit playing n***a light that sh** [A.G.:] Yeah Mr. Gates layed back, not the first to flip But I'm the first with a zip, of that fluffy sh** But I ain't talking bout that powder, you put in your nose I'm talking bout, that incredible krypto smoke I guess it's why I got incredible, krypto flow And it's even worse when I'm rolling, with my sicko bro That's Lil' C, and he told me he love that Afghan And f** customs, if we see fo' pa**ing Yeah, I gotta keep my sticky with me Like I keep, my semi near me Hear me, so go on roll up another one And f** a dutch, cause a cigarillo get it done Now I don't know, what kinda weed y'all smoking Check my sack it's lime green, like the A's from Oakland So quit joking, and smoking that stress I don't know about you, who smoking the best and that's that [Hook] [Lil' Keke:] I smoke dro, that sh** that they grow below And it cost a nice grip, for a ounce or mo' Smoking on some good sh**, it'll punish your throat Gotta take off your jacket, 'fore it get in your coat I puff pots and broccoli, no seeds and sloppy Leaning to the side, in my white Gilloppi Broke boys carbon copy, play high I stay high, roll my dro and puff ly Twisting up master kush, and blueberry buzz Light fire, taste the love These boys on rich n***a d**, Crips and Bloods Thugs with cheap prices, gallons jugs Smoking on regular, smoking on the cegular The gra** we chief man, it's ten steps ahead of ya Hydro, it's the only way And I'll be rolling sweet tooth, when I'm old and grey [Hook]