FRESH PRINCE OF WHITEHALL Lyrics

Pop out with that stick thought I was playin

Who the fuck want smoke with me

Who the fuck won't pop out with that stick, thought I was playin'

I was fucked up off the meds

Thank God I don't pop them Xans no more

I know these niggas want me dead

But it's fuck em just to let you know

I Count Bocoo money

Stuntin' countin' up blue hunnids

I guess I need therapy cause I might kill that bitch for nothin'

It's a parade in your block, we came through with them drums

We gon' hit the bitch for talkin' shit, then put em in our lungs

We ain't solvin' shit, it's up for life, my nigga, I ain't the one to play with

I got quagen, I just sold some re-rock to a white nigga named Aiden

And I swear the struggle made me

I been off them drugs, goin' crazy, but I'm still a meenwop baby

Who the fuck is fuckin' with STB, I don't know

I got niggas watchin' my life like that shit a TV show

It was me and Doodie Lo, we was chillin' in the O

That's for sure, If yo ass from 63rd, you gotta go, on my bro

Who the fuck want smoke with me

Who the fuck won't pop out with that stick, thought I was playin'

I was fucked up off the meds

Thank God I don't pop them Xans no more

I know these niggas want me dead

But it's fuck em just to let you know

I Count Bocoo money

Stuntin' countin' up blue hunnids

I guess I need therapy cause I might kill that bitch for nothin'

We gon' get that get back, you won't get your lick back

You won't get your shit back,

When I said these niggas ain't on shit you know I meant that

Cut that bitch off right after I hit that

Nah, I ain't missin' shit, Nigga, I got hella bitches

I been on my road to riches, Free my dawgs, locked in the system

Make sure they get benefits

I stay up at Saks Fifth

Run shit like a track meet, Mm-mm,

Whip the chicken like it's Xaxby's

Mm-mm, yeah, let's go

Yeah, I won the battle

Cut the snakes up out the grass, I grabbed that bitch right by his rattle

And I knew bro was gon' snitch, Cause back in the day, all he did was tattle

We on the block, we look like cattle, She gon' ride me with no saddle

Just like Lil Uzi, nigga, it don't matter, Yeah, yeah,

I swear to God, it's been a journey

And I'm blessed, I'm still a free man, Shout out to my attorney

Who the fuck want smoke with me

Who the fuck won't pop out with that stick, thought I was playin'

I was fucked up off the meds

Thank God I don't pop them Xans no more

I know these niggas want me dead

But it's fuck em just to let you know

I Count Bocoo money

Stuntin' countin' up blue hunnids

I guess I need therapy cause I might kill that bitch for nothin'