Lyrics
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Shotz from the Double Glock
Pouya and Nell 'bout to put a spell
On you mothafuckin’ haters, sendin' 'em straight to Hell
Feel Where I'm Coming From
In this bitch, I plan to be rich
With the flick of the wrist, I be
Don't Sleep On Me Hoe
Don’t sleep on me, ho
Batcave in this bitch and you haters is slow and the
G Hits
We versatile, fuckin' your bitch and I'm rippin' and dippin' and runnin' a thousand miles
Peelin' my weapon, she suckin' the dick, and I’m lovin’ it
Got a smile on my face
Lyrical Saints
Better than most so why not boast across the season?
Coast to coast, we float like boats
Max
To the car, driver pulled out
Congratulations, you one of us now
He wasn't proud, this life he had, he didn’t
Goofy Goobers
Time the charm
Baby girl, slide (Slide), don't be alarmed
May I
Bumpin' the phonk with the base in the trunk
Got a couple of homies in back with the pump
Slide, put 'em up when the po-po roll slow, peep through the window
IndigoB
Call my homie up, pick him up in the pick-up truck
Four in the
Hold Up
To get profit to put in my pocket
The bands up like rockets
I’ll never be sloppin', I'm knockin' and rockin' and sh—
Say Hello
305 where you can find me
All of my bitches, they wearin'
Breathe
It's Pouya, ho, and I pull ya ho
Don't test me, ho, 'cause I be schoolin' hoes
Who you foolin', ho? You droolin' with the
Get Buck
Smart Stunnas up in this shit, don't trip
Hit a lick for the liq' for the bitch
She sip on the drink to the point she can't think (Yuh)
Brainless, famous for the head she givin'
No payin', hear what I'm sayin'
Lil' Pouya
Don't test me, poppin' the [?] this gon' get messy
Only hopin' you get the message
Just know that my homeboys will take your breath quick
There's no competition, I'm rippin' these rappers
They claimin' they realer, but really, they actors
Creatin' these slappers for homies to vibe
There may be some bitches I'm goin' inside, they love me
I swear to God, only said three words then we hit it off
"Get Buck," mothafucka, let's set it off
Pouya, ho, double S, I rep it
She fallin' in love, when she see me, she breathless
Ridin' down the city on my mothafuckin' deathwish
Outro
Chicken bone, now it's on, now it's on, now it's on
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