Song Lyrics

Paint the picture of a genius
Forty-five on my waistline
Interstate sign
Bow down to Donny
Niggas get scared when they see me behind the weal of that Mozerati
In a strugglin' circle
Blowin' purple
You niggas hurtin'
I don't give a f*ck
Don't give a f*ck, go cop me another truck
Hit you with the hammer, have you stuck
What block you from?
What block you from?
Check the seenery, plastic and rubber bands rapped around my greenery
My energy crazy
Soon as I walk up in the club, my jewelry drippin' on me like I just stepped out the tub
So fresh, so clean, that's why I'm so cocky
Rocky body, I get the bitch to give me coffee
These motherfuckers can't stop me

Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise
Money? I get it
Pussy? I get it
Cars? I get it
Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise

Loso
Drug dealing weather, hoodie under the leather
The weed without steze, birds with no feathers
Your beef is mine, we loading guns together
My goons ride, we give it to whoever
F*ck getting by there, hood is getting dry
Come with tricks out of town, have my Mack sittin' high
The streets is talkin', niggas die over words
So don't understate anything you overheard
The young shooters will kill something if you don't buy lunch
Six piece wings, hot fries, and a whole fruit punch
That's why I gotta move like a rich nigga
Might be with a nigga's bitch, but never with a bitch nigga
We all know the ones, who'd be hood if they could
And they got them girls who think they too good for the hood
So all I can do is keep a c note
Cause it's goin' down, and the streets is a steep slope

Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise
Money? I get it
Pussy? I get it
Cars? I get it
Where my shooters at? we them dope boys
We the weed killers, make some noise

John Jackson, Sean Jacobs, Andy Thelusma