[Intro]
Right
All night, all night yeah
[Verse 1]
Until the clock's still
I pack a bowl like a summer road trip
Make the radio Knoxville
In a city full of fools with loaded Mags
I'm locked inside my room with sixteen loaded pads
Eyes full of bags like that single mother walking
From the market to feed her kid in that apartment
With no intentions on being mugged
She dropped the milk jug
And followed it when that young thug dropped a slug
Fuck, why they had to take moms?
Now this slow nigga starving gripping on this grey nine
Saw me pushing with the Cheetos, Skittles, and Grapevine
At command of his stomach growl he had to take mine
Cycle, never ending circle
Never know when life'll leave you on the turf
Or leave you on the dashboard of your homie's sports car
You never know son
[Verse 2]
I'm just chilling with the stars
Cruising in my Merkabah
Mellow, I cause no problems
But its auto that I correct niggas that be outta they oblongata
Shit I just want a lotta
Love, pussy, and bud shipped from Guatemala
Right now all I got is like five dollars
So I'mma put that down with at least five potnas
And we can cop the...dank
Cops probably stop us
But we ain't robbing banks
Shit we could be robbing banks
We could be robbing banks
What the fuck man?
[Outro]
"But first at 5:30, our top local story tonight. A warning from the FEDS
The FBI has identified a repeat bank robber who's hit four local banks."
"And then we'll look at some surveillance video to help catch us up
Eye witness reporter Nicole Estaphan joins us live in the news room with our top local story."
Right
All night, all night yeah
[Verse 1]
Until the clock's still
I pack a bowl like a summer road trip
Make the radio Knoxville
In a city full of fools with loaded Mags
I'm locked inside my room with sixteen loaded pads
Eyes full of bags like that single mother walking
From the market to feed her kid in that apartment
With no intentions on being mugged
She dropped the milk jug
And followed it when that young thug dropped a slug
Fuck, why they had to take moms?
Now this slow nigga starving gripping on this grey nine
Saw me pushing with the Cheetos, Skittles, and Grapevine
At command of his stomach growl he had to take mine
Cycle, never ending circle
Never know when life'll leave you on the turf
Or leave you on the dashboard of your homie's sports car
You never know son
[Verse 2]
I'm just chilling with the stars
Cruising in my Merkabah
Mellow, I cause no problems
But its auto that I correct niggas that be outta they oblongata
Shit I just want a lotta
Love, pussy, and bud shipped from Guatemala
Right now all I got is like five dollars
So I'mma put that down with at least five potnas
And we can cop the...dank
Cops probably stop us
But we ain't robbing banks
Shit we could be robbing banks
We could be robbing banks
What the fuck man?
[Outro]
"But first at 5:30, our top local story tonight. A warning from the FEDS
The FBI has identified a repeat bank robber who's hit four local banks."
"And then we'll look at some surveillance video to help catch us up
Eye witness reporter Nicole Estaphan joins us live in the news room with our top local story."
( Jazz )
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