Mozzy - Activities lyrics
Codeine on rocks, most definitely one up top The stuffices we still with all of that My low got k**ers inside of it 40 with 30 inside of it Got a rubber handle and a beam on it You know it got all of the condiments My low got k**ers inside of it 40 with 30 inside of it Got a rubber handle and a beam on it You know it got all of the condiments You know I'm with all of the stuffices They must know who they f**in' with He was 16 when he lost his life They must not know that it come with this They must not know she gon' run it in They must not know she a hooker They must not know that my block boom They must not know I'm a pusher My brother on level 4 right now He prolly got shank on him right now I wish I could bring him home right now They gave him all day till them lights out My brother on level 4 right now He prolly got shank on him right now I wish I could bring him home right now They gave him all day till them lights out Roll up then pour up a five ounce Sip till I slip in the coma I'm in H-Town with this Cali loud These n***as gon' trip on this odor I said, roll up then pour up a five ounce Sip till I slip in the coma I'm in H-Town with this Cali loud These n***as gon' trip on that odor I can't let you kiss on me son I just can't let you kiss on the soda I can't let you kiss on the soda I can't let you kiss on the soda Sent the b**h to Minnesota Got a b**h in my Fendi bending over She told me she f** with my partner She told me to watch him cause he gettin over I said, sent the b**h to Minnesota Got a b**h in my Fendi bending over She told me she f** with my partner She told me to watch him cause he gettin over Gucci buckle for the holster I promise to God I'm a stoner She said she pregnant by Mozzy? I promise to God I don't know her Don't leak or get caught in the open Cause n***a get smoked, just ask the opponents Don't leak or get caught in the open Cause n***a get smoked, just ask the opponentts I swear to God they ain't want it Girl, I swear to God they ain't want it n***a swear to God they ain't want it I swear to God they ain't want it Finna book a flight to California Over 10 bands in my luggage I just be thumbin' through hundred These n***as ain't playin' with no ducket Finna book a flight to California It's over 10 bands in my luggage I just be thumbin' through hundred These n***as ain't playin' with no duckets I'm purchasin' pistols and buckets For all my lil n***as they'll k** you for nothin' I'm purchasin' pistols and buckets For all my lil n***as they'll k** you for nothin' It's hell gang like a motherf**er Hell gang like a motherf**er Hell gang like a motherf**er I'm purchasin' pistols and buckets For all my lil n***as they'll k** you for nothin' I'm purchasin' pistols and buckets For all my lil n***as they'll k** you for nothin' It's hell gang like a motherf**er Hell gang like a motherf**er Hell gang like a motherf**er I'm purchasin' pistols and buckets For all my lil n***as they'll k** you for nothin' Huh, easy money n***a like a lay-up