SPLIFF Video (MV)

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YOUNG MADZ
Grrah
JR!

Put all my opps in a spliff I'ma smoke 'em
Playin' like it's a game I control 'em
Run up talk your shit you get sent to the sky
Me and RØZAY finna smoke now we high

In the stu' with the Wock' and the Henny
You got problems? well bitch I got plenty
I got my .9 and RØZAY got the semi
And if he's throwin' 15 I'm gonna throw 20

And-And if you run you better not trip
If you do best believe that I'm gon let it rip
Feel the heat from this burner that shit won't be quick
Nigga talkin' his shit he'll get hit on his lip

Outside with the knock
If you run up just know I'm gon' make your heart stop
I ain't playin' no more with this shit getting serious
That new opp pack got me feeling ridiculous

Got me makin' more music
¿Why they jackin' my flow? all these niggas look stupid
Copy my style but my style is secluded
Call me their sergeant the way they're salutin'

Off the Wock' and the Henny I'm sippin'
Mindin' my own ¿why the f*ck are you trippin'?
¿Why the f*ck do them niggas keep hatin'? sayin' they gangsta but they really fakin'

On his body we makin' him trip
Finna pack his soul inside a spliff
Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night

On his body we makin' him trip
Finna pack his soul inside a spliff
Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night

He thinks he's a pro but that nigga is a rookie
F*ck that nigga that nigga is a pussy
Spit on his life while I'm takin' his soul
That f*ck niggas life gon' end up on the floor

Call one of my goons to go knock on your door
If you come out I'm uppin' the score
I'll say it again but I've said it before
Me and RØZAY we both know what we know

Aye J gimme the lighter
Niggas be shinin' but we shinin' brighter
Stick to the spiritual path king of the 7's my 8's will attack

Nah-Nah f*ck that I wanna smoke
Come and run up but boy you gon' choke
Smoke you cannot inhale no joke
God damn got them all in a choke

F*ck that spinnin' 'round with the Glock aimed at his head
F*ck that seen that frown he dead
Not no nigga when I'm smashin' his head
Had his gang watchin' now that nigga dead

No pumpkins I like brains
Nigga run up and it won't be the same
I dropped your body your life was exchanged

God damn now you gone
Nigga ran up and he ain't make it home
Like David no intel

Pull up to the block with the Glock I'ma get low
Your bitch just dropped the info'
We slide four deep
Pull up to the block with the Glock we sweep

Gang gang finders keep your bitch want me I delete
Bitch-Bitch I divide properties
You want smoke? come ride with me

But if you die you ain't gon'
You ain't gon' f*ckin' die with me
Grrah

Niggas think they on it
So we f*ckin' slide it pass it to my nigga J
You know that nigga gonna ride it
Grrah

On his body we makin' him trip
Finna pack his soul inside a spliff
Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night

On his body we makin' him trip
Finna pack his soul inside a spliff
Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night