Spooky Locc - Yeah Buddy lyrics

A 100 round chopper make you do a back bend Cuz I'm cole with tha tommy like Martin friends Stacking dollar after dollar inch by inch You know I will fill up banks like the fresh prince b**h n***as y'all can hop up off he band wagon Pockets heavy n***a, that's why my pants sagging Fresh nba socks with some forces on I'll shut a n***a down, foreclosed home I'll two piece a n***a like Rudy's pollo Blue flag, you'll never catch me wearing rojo I don't some weed but I roll solo And to them haters I mark o's on em, polo T mail rep south Dallas so he got the 44 You got that beef we got that bun, ton of money ho You don't want none I'm strapped up like a straight jacket Throw away pistol, that notch straight plastic Yeah I leave em puzzled like a crossword Spooky Locc aka mr mossberg I pull that b**h out, make a n***a talk slurred And then I put it to his chest like cough syrup Ain't no beat safe cuz we murk em all Getting at n***as heads like Tylenol Work the graveyard shift like the gatekeeper Everything all black, grim reaper