Ounces Lyrics

I roll the ounces

Coppin houses

This is what I'm dreamin about I'm fucking lounging

Hit the dash dash aproach you

Like a freaky pyth

Panik kid Paris to Harelm

All you jaggers sound like trash

(Let's go)

Toxprime load the glocks hunna round hunna shots

I perform for your hoe she shocked

I fuck her ass and then ciao ciao

I'm coppin houses

This is what I'm dreamin about I'm fucking loungin

Hunna rounds Hunna shots

Yeah

Put it to the ground

Laying about a diss i'm just about to fuck off it

Hang around, hundred shot make it dyin throw

On the three or five, fuck I aint goin'to fly I'm a columb

On a rope, this was enough and a lot of taste

Face down

TX prime got to huna rounds and got the bitch who came on my demand

Woo

Bitch too thick, drop the three fukin dollars in the bag and get the parachute

Woo

How i'm up with pop, you gonna hit and weep with trucks we're goin to make

Woo

Drop the three fukin domain's dollars in the bag and what ever about Lu

Fuk it all your acid introduce me to the halo

Had update dope, won't you some smoke, panic on board, got the cheapest boat

Keep it on

Sing what i'm sink, sing what i know and now wanna fukin up tracks with dope

Serenades the light OG keep popin on a flyer

And we'll get more higher

Rex on

Oh shit

Slept to the flight, no, not for the edge

Seven fifty panic, i'm gonna crush on my flesh

On my flesh

To the down, on the ground

Godbless she's so find with ass up and face down on the ground

Yeah

Slept to the flight

I roll the ounces

Copin houses

This is what I'm dreamin about im fuckin lounging

Hit the dash thrash like a broken pyth

Panik kid paris from harlem all yo niggas sound like thrash

Copin houses

This is what I'm dreamin about im fuckin lounging

Huna rounds, hundred shoots

How to go where the money goes

Yellow flame hit the Panik mod

Get out of town gonna burn the show

Im tripin on down with no flex

She stays on my side

Watchin me dive

Fillin the crack with my ak

Huna round town

Back out of town

Bitch Im mad I know you too

That bitch smokin the howl pound now I hit the trucks back to the zoo

Different qualities walkin on water panik steel yo boo

Fuckin with the drugs all around they wan't

My note hey

Suckin on my nut they wanna tomy filiyyaaa

So block lock me up

Pop me in the trunk

Get it

Watchin up my car right flyin off the road

Watching all that coco going up my nose

Go flex like that don't loose the faith

Go pop that bag do not delay

I'm going down on a chick felay

Eatin her ass like a Chick Folay

ok kay

Roll like that light that

fuck her ass back

Back until I feel it right

Fucking with the drugs all around they wan't my notes hey

Sucking up my nuts they wan't the Tommy felliyaa

So block lock me up

Pop me in the trunk

I roll the ounces

Copin houses

This is what I'm dreamin about im fuckin lounging

Hit the dash thrash like a broken pyth

Panik kid paris from harlem all yo niggas sound like thrash

Face down

TX prime got to huna rounds and got the bitch who came on my demand

Woo

Bitch too thick, drop the three fukin dollars in the bag and get the parachute

Woo

How i'm up with pop, you gonna hit and weep with trucks we're goin to make

Woo

Drop the three fukin domain's dollars in the bag and what ever about Lu

Fuck it, all your acid introduce me to the halo