Lacombe

(Fucking purple uh, uh, uh uh) Rollin' Backwoods in the back of da woods Bitch, I'm back, light the woods Never looking back, bitch, I'm good II be that 7th Ward Lord with them 7-4 swords Cuttin' seven foreign whores, hoe Me and Smurf got a fucking problem $lick took too much Neurontin Now his fucking head is throbbin' Feeling wavy like the fucking coast Popped one, then gave two to Ghoste Grey the $uicidal host I'm smoking dope, aye bitch You know that I'm that fucking junkie Bitches tryna fuck me Lucky if I let 'em suck me Smoking Cadillac dope in a berry leaf Laying in the cut I promise you won't even see Selling indica, lil' boy I got it for the cheap If I get it for the two You get it for the three Every time I hit the scene These hoes is all on me Every time I'm sippin' lean I usually got it free It's Hustle 'till I die I chase the cheese like Chester Cheetah There's so much heat, I stick your finger But dare you to play the stick-up? Play the robber at the druggie? Your Body they gotta pick up shawty official Used to being hustled to get your chips up Who's to say I'm the villain? No pistol, check on me, only fists up My ten pack of Gorilla with Bullets the size of missiles My pimp hand has the lean And you flex as you come official Come to my Hustle family, it's over I blow the whistle --- Lacombe - $uicideBoy$ and Black Smurf