Free my dogs b and jo Till they make it home it’s free the homies I know how it be late nights in your cell getting lonely Bitch ass mother fuckers won’t serve shit but balogna You know how we smoking backwoods only Big blunts only cause we lonely I’m grinding I don’t care if it comes slowly I want the money not a trophy Shit maybe I want a neck dipped in chains A wrist dipped in rollies Fuck the drip I want ice chilling frozen Grab another backwood crack that bitch n get to rolling I can’t feel the pain as long as I keep smoking Exotic gas in the blunt this shits potent Burn it down I’m fucking floating Clouds of smoke that’s what I’m blowing Like a dragon spitting fire when I’m flowing All this pain but my soul can’t be broken I’m chasing money focused on growing CFL we bout to get shit going The way shorty grind on me got my shit swollen My knees shaking how she throat it I’m ready to bust when she start choking Like this glock 40 this bitch stolen Pull it out blow out her back till that shits broken Loving how she say my name while she moaning Yeah bitch I’m from the south but I still make it snow Fuck it I just whipped 40 gs off an ounce of coke I could do this my work raw straight from Mexico Yeah I been out serving fiens on em barrios Federales in the cut I’m like fuck 5-0 Glock 40 in the whip only one way this could go I won’t let em take me I gotta make it home Catch a body then lay low take a trip to Mexico Finna coped a few os and hit the road Move state to state pop out in different cities serving coke link up wit nino smoked some blunts hit some flows I’m chasing money stacking dough inna telly couple hos shortys like diamonds how they glow couple grams choped into rows sniff it up can’t feel my nose the way they suck me curl my toes finna make a baby mama out one them hos maybe two we’ll see how it goes then pass the others to the bros I’m moving right know I can’t go niggas moving shady and they act like I ain’t know keep a pole just in case he get to close I won’t give it up n I won’t go Choped it up for a couple hours with b up on the phone just got that letter in from jo I’m steady shouting free my bro’s told em we gone get it sell out shows I’m on my grind chase my goals never slow Chop it blend it rerock scrape the pot Late night in the trap I’m bagging up these knots Count up a few bands rubber bands stash the guape Go on and hate Ill give this my all till my heart stop I’m blind and deaf to the hate whatchyu thought I can only see one thing me and my brothers at the top I can only hear the sound of the beat and my thoughts Me and my dogs came up off the block I get in my feelings thinking bout the time we lost Grab the pint pour another cup of some drop

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