80 Lines
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in the booth right now, it’s like eight pints here
I'm so motherfucking high, I don't know how I got here
Shit, I might pass out, off a couple more sips
It’s gon' be good either way, off a couple more flips
Bitch, your n***a fucked up, I can put him on a trip
Said I'm good with that Glock, I'ma aim it at your lip
Came out with all blues, these n***as thinking that I'm a Crip
My n***a [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
Can't control off the perks, she so quick to lick the tip
I won't respond on the net, but I'm quick to get him hit
How the fuck am I gon’ rap? It’s 80 lines in the booth
I do [?] I ain't believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood bеlieve in you
Put a blits on a n***a, [?] what my team would do
Put somе Pressure on a n***a, [?]
I’m in Hollywood high, and I'm still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
They like how you [?] and he still [?]
Ten hours straight, [?]
Baby you the [?] knowing I'm [?]
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
She wanna hit my drank, she think she special
I'm on the road, I got the choppers in the rental
He try to speak up on my name, must be mental
I got this 40 on me, strapped it like some velcro
I poured a duce and dropped a four in
Pop perkies like they moatrin
She begging me to go in
I’m broke and now she broken
My pockets fat, they swolen
My peoples [?]
I popped a pill, I'm rolling
Fuck once, she got [?]
I fucked her if she pay me
I make these n***as hate me
These bitches wanna clame me
I'm bagging up this Stacy
She love me, can't replace me
Them perkies drive her crazy
I use a 38 to hold the shells, they ain't gon' trace me
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in the booth right now, it's like eight pints here
I'm so motherfucking high, I don't know how I got here
Shit, I might pass out, off a couple more sips
It's gon' be good either way, off a couple more flips
Bitch, your n***a fucked up, I can put him on a trip
Said I'm good with that Glock, I'ma aim it at your lip
Came out with all blues, these n***as thinking that I'm a Crip
My n***a [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
Can't control off the perks, she so quick to lick the tip
I won't respond on the net, but I'm quick to get him hit
How the fuck am I gon' rap? It's 80 lines in the booth
I do [?] I ain't believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood believe in you
Put a blits on a n***a, [?] what my team would do
Put some Pressure on a n***a, [?]
I'm in Hollywood high, and I'm still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
They like how you [?] and he still [?]
Ten hours straight, [?]
Baby you the [?] knowing I'm [?]
[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
You ain't never held your hands in no [?]
Sitting around, dreaming with your head to the clouds
Say you getting money, but I can't tell [?]
[?] through the house
[?] quarter pound
You n***as rats, [?]
Trap slap, come and put your orders now
Smoking out the zip, we don't blow out the quarters now
Damn near [?] got shit in order now
You lil broke boys can't aford my house
Seen [?] now you smoking turtle pie
I'm up in real life, while you just getting by
Lou Gram
I'm in the booth right now, it’s like eight pints here
I'm so motherfucking high, I don't know how I got here
Shit, I might pass out, off a couple more sips
It’s gon' be good either way, off a couple more flips
Bitch, your n***a fucked up, I can put him on a trip
Said I'm good with that Glock, I'ma aim it at your lip
Came out with all blues, these n***as thinking that I'm a Crip
My n***a [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
Can't control off the perks, she so quick to lick the tip
I won't respond on the net, but I'm quick to get him hit
How the fuck am I gon’ rap? It’s 80 lines in the booth
I do [?] I ain't believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood bеlieve in you
Put a blits on a n***a, [?] what my team would do
Put somе Pressure on a n***a, [?]
I’m in Hollywood high, and I'm still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
They like how you [?] and he still [?]
Ten hours straight, [?]
Baby you the [?] knowing I'm [?]
[Verse 1: Fenix Flexin]
She wanna hit my drank, she think she special
I'm on the road, I got the choppers in the rental
He try to speak up on my name, must be mental
I got this 40 on me, strapped it like some velcro
I poured a duce and dropped a four in
Pop perkies like they moatrin
She begging me to go in
I’m broke and now she broken
My pockets fat, they swolen
My peoples [?]
I popped a pill, I'm rolling
Fuck once, she got [?]
I fucked her if she pay me
I make these n***as hate me
These bitches wanna clame me
I'm bagging up this Stacy
She love me, can't replace me
Them perkies drive her crazy
I use a 38 to hold the shells, they ain't gon' trace me
[Chorus: Baby Smoove]
I'm in the booth right now, it's like eight pints here
I'm so motherfucking high, I don't know how I got here
Shit, I might pass out, off a couple more sips
It's gon' be good either way, off a couple more flips
Bitch, your n***a fucked up, I can put him on a trip
Said I'm good with that Glock, I'ma aim it at your lip
Came out with all blues, these n***as thinking that I'm a Crip
My n***a [?] blues, he so quick to take a trip
Can't control off the perks, she so quick to lick the tip
I won't respond on the net, but I'm quick to get him hit
How the fuck am I gon' rap? It's 80 lines in the booth
I do [?] I ain't believe it, but it was true
[?] from the trentches, boy, the hood believe in you
Put a blits on a n***a, [?] what my team would do
Put some Pressure on a n***a, [?]
I'm in Hollywood high, and I'm still sipping [?]
[?] got a hundred on his [?]
They like how you [?] and he still [?]
Ten hours straight, [?]
Baby you the [?] knowing I'm [?]
[Verse 2: Lou Gram]
You ain't never held your hands in no [?]
Sitting around, dreaming with your head to the clouds
Say you getting money, but I can't tell [?]
[?] through the house
[?] quarter pound
You n***as rats, [?]
Trap slap, come and put your orders now
Smoking out the zip, we don't blow out the quarters now
Damn near [?] got shit in order now
You lil broke boys can't aford my house
Seen [?] now you smoking turtle pie
I'm up in real life, while you just getting by
Lou Gram