Weightoven

Uh uh hust' Uh huh hust' Uh huh hust' Squad I be like, "fuck the world and everybody In it" sometimes At times, I feel like I'm alone Like all my friends in my mind Say Hustle God, got street cred, boy I never fell off my grind The most respected in this shit Just to walk in the sky Could tell if you a foreign Shoot ya from the look in this eye Maybe if I do bands up Show him a glimpse of that side My father-side easy to spot, you sparkin' You catch that five If I burn you, third-degree, you May or may not survive, puss' Ahh (Uh) Smokin', bitch I got the same plug as Spit Vicious 24k, fuck off, bitch, yeah, the Blunt tastes like gold, it's delicious Keep on talkin', boy, we know That you's a p***y, you fictitious Rattin' out a woadie for a bag of silver You Judas-ish I do this shit, Hustle Fam ambitious Slit wrist fistin' bitches I ain't fresh to death, my death is fresh I'm so clean, but still got glitches Diggin' in a grave, bitch I'm looking for the riches (Bitch, I'm looking for the riches, yah) $ui-, $ui- Just another day high as fuck riding 'round Blowin' pounds with the windows up I'm just addicted to drugs But I ain't ever giving up You ever walk up in a room and See no face you can trust? Treat these hoes how I want Shoot motherfuckers for fun If I was you, I wouldn't smoke with me You never know what's up in my blunt I was taught to rob and serve Make a sucker bite the curb Walking slow and talking slurred Spillin' syrup on my shirt --- Weightoven - $uicideBoy$ and Black Smurf