Look
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
It's Jay5, I walk up on you
Pop up and I'm glocked up
These n****s hating on me
Cause you know that they can't stop us
We running from the coppas
We not running from the oppas
And we got our 40's singing
Like they ina opera
We slanging 9's, you know damn well
They not finna stop us
We ain't finna fuss n***a
We finna Bust
This 30 turn yo ass into some damn dust
No pussy's on our block
Boy you gotta man up
I'm from the south, I stressed it enough
Chicago boss shit, free the innocent
On my grind, no Tony Hawk shit
Start getting paid for talkin
My n****s do no talkin
It ain't the 4th of July,
But my shooters finna spark it
I hoop and rap for a living
My n****s trappin, I was good growing up
Cause all my n****s clappin
I'm good now cause all of my figures stackin
Wit my n****s we be cracking hoes and passing
We be spazzing
I'm tryna make it big off this rap shit
I'm getting there
Foe nem was good onnat trap shit
He been there
Foe nem did 10 in that jam
And he didn't care
Foe nem did 10 in that jam
And he didn't care
Get poked for yo cheese n***a
Let that 40 sqeeze n***a
Pass me all that ice n***a
Let it off on sight n***a
Hell yeah I can fight n***a
But i'll rather carry that pipe n***a
Yeah, that 30 some slight n***a
But the 40 wimme it'll bite n****s
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
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Look
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
It's Jay5, I walk up on you
Pop up and I'm glocked up
These n****s hating on me
Cause you know that they can't stop us
We running from the coppas
We not running from the oppas
And we got our 40's singing
Like they ina opera
We slanging 9's, you know damn well
They not finna stop us
We ain't finna fuss n***a
We finna Bust
This 30 turn yo ass into some damn dust
No pussy's on our block
Boy you gotta man up
I'm from the south, I stressed it enough
Chicago boss shit, free the innocent
On my grind, no Tony Hawk shit
Start getting paid for talkin
My n****s do no talkin
It ain't the 4th of July,
But my shooters finna spark it
I hoop and rap for a living
My n****s trappin, I was good growing up
Cause all my n****s clappin
I'm good now cause all of my figures stackin
Wit my n****s we be cracking hoes and passing
We be spazzing
I'm tryna make it big off this rap shit
I'm getting there
Foe nem was good onnat trap shit
He been there
Foe nem did 10 in that jam
And he didn't care
Foe nem did 10 in that jam
And he didn't care
Get poked for yo cheese n***a
Let that 40 sqeeze n***a
Pass me all that ice n***a
Let it off on sight n***a
Hell yeah I can fight n***a
But i'll rather carry that pipe n***a
Yeah, that 30 some slight n***a
But the 40 wimme it'll bite n****s
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
It's Jay5, I walk up on you
Pop up and I'm glocked up
These n****s hating on me
Cause you know that they can't stop us
We running from the coppas
We not running from the oppas
And we got our 40's singing
Like they ina opera
We slanging 9's, you know damn well
They not finna stop us
We ain't finna fuss n***a
We finna Bust
This 30 turn yo ass into some damn dust
No pussy's on our block
Boy you gotta man up
I'm from the south, I stressed it enough
Chicago boss shit, free the innocent
On my grind, no Tony Hawk shit
Start getting paid for talkin
My n****s do no talkin
It ain't the 4th of July,
But my shooters finna spark it
I hoop and rap for a living
My n****s trappin, I was good growing up
Cause all my n****s clappin
I'm good now cause all of my figures stackin
Wit my n****s we be cracking hoes and passing
We be spazzing
I'm tryna make it big off this rap shit
I'm getting there
Foe nem was good onnat trap shit
He been there
Foe nem did 10 in that jam
And he didn't care
Foe nem did 10 in that jam
And he didn't care
Get poked for yo cheese n***a
Let that 40 sqeeze n***a
Pass me all that ice n***a
Let it off on sight n***a
Hell yeah I can fight n***a
But i'll rather carry that pipe n***a
Yeah, that 30 some slight n***a
But the 40 wimme it'll bite n****s
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
My cuzo toting 30's but he ain't wanna tote
My homie selled dope, but he ain't wanna smoke
And if you sell dope, well then shit you gotta tote
And if you don't tote, well then shit you getting poked
Writer: Jay5
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid