Song Lyrics

Big gas big smoke clouds
As he rides pass
Big loud on the road
One hundred grams
Stuffed in my stash
Thick ass bitch
Going up and down
My dick like six flags
Yeah I'm proud
I came along way
I'm not trying to brag
Remember I had to shop
With the Crips to get my first half
I just got a front
A half a pound
He know it won't last
I then spent so much
Money on drugs I keep a big bag
Cuzzo said how you trap
With no pistol I need a big mag
I know my niggas coming
They gunning I paid a nice tag
Real shooter it's either
Head shot or a shit bag
Pulling up in trucks all black
The stick in the back
Your family going to meet up
In remorse they dressed
In all black
Accepting all the blessings
Rejecting all of the curses
These niggas all hoes
They might as well
Walk with purses
Walk around with
More pills then your
Doc and your Nurses
I collect the money
Hit the dealer and
Make a purchase

Bullets penetrate
Through your tissue
That's when I hit you
Long distance issues
I'm sniper gang I won't miss you
I just send the word and
My hitters coming to get you
I just send the word and
My hitters coming to get you
Bullets penetrate through
Your tissue that's when I hit you
Long distance issues
I'm sniper Juan I won't miss you
I just send the word and
My hitters coming to get you
I just send the word and
My hitters coming to get you

Money on his head
I want him dead
I got the bread yeah
Tear through his designer
The bullets give him liner
Niggas get off they meds and
Turn fed they end up dead yeah
He might need a recliner
I'll f*ck up that boy vagina
Never had a bag I keep a bag
I fill the bag up
I don't like to brag
My money brag so put the cash up
I don't like to steal
My bitches steal so give the cash up
I don't like to steal
My bitches steal so give the cash up

Juan Boyd