Biopic Lyrics

She brought blunts from Calabasas said that I should smoke some

Hotboxing is my bad habit baby soak until the smoke gone

Or yo lungs low

slowing down yo blood flow

Situation sticky get like Ricky you smell gun smoke

Cruising down in Calabasas v6 engine 4 by 4

Did it for the music he thinking he don't know no more

I ain't got no green rings for'em I ain't got no friends that close

What you think gone happen when you give all that power to ghost

He gone back on next season and the reason cuz them numbers lows

Besos new John Stamos cuz he know how to keep charts on flow

I den made this money wit out flapping in my bills bitch

Press the button on the sit back once I pay them bills bitch

Got yo Auntie in Humvee got her popping pills quick

7:30 in the am tryna get to work lit

Cause she some back pain

Working in this factory

Then put her in the bed frame

When she come home back to me

Said her life she hate it, it's too basic

Look what these hoes doing

Stripping the wood all naked then she face it

Yea that tree'll do it

Faking little bitch you too complacent

I know how y'all do it

Get adjacent

Then I mix this Remy wit her spinal fluid

223s and the gang gone bust and yo bitch can't match my fly nigga

Brody up the way and pole gone touch whoever my eye spy nigga

Days one they gone slide wit us

Big drums when they ride wit us

Drake and K, in whip wit the bae

She steady that bitch and fire niggas

On the edge and the only nigga on call

Blow green good while I watch clouds fall

Looking up like nigga why the sky black

But the tar in my lungs prolly did that

All Tyson for a nigga like Mike back

Banging on his rib cage right where the lock at

Told that nigga that I'm coming right back

And if I cut his hands off he still better fight back

I be moving like a 18-wheeler

All my kills confirmed bitch I'm a certified killer

And he better get his bitch before I throw her in mixer

Cuz i don't know what's gone happen when the gang start fucking wit her

Crazy these clowns call me bro but they ain't no real fam to me

If bang right up the way they ain't gone come and blam wit me

Only call and hit you when it's benefit they really need

That's fine wit me, a mil cost way more when split individually

And please don't pull up on the gang trying to Get it cracking

I up the 22 and you shook

He ain't seen no action

He could throw them shells from Tampa just like he was Tom Terrific

Vest gone catch them shells too tall in Cleveland like Joe Jurevicius

(Ooo that was off the dome nigga!)