TRAIL BLAZIN' Lyrics

Who want smoke with me, I make you feel it

Trail Blazing chase his ass like Chauncey Billups

I'm boutta drop this shit, let's drop it

I'm boutta kill 'em

I'm bout to do just what they can't and make them feel it

Stack the Mink, I put some Maison Francis on my hoe

I just stack the brand new paper because I seen them at my door

How the fuck you want that bread but you can't even mix your dough

How the fuck you makin' speedy money, he probably sped, he must be slow

What you mad for

Don't get pissy tryna come start something, I'll beat your ass though

He was losin' in the fight, now he tryna up the pole

Couple niggas right behind me, that's a sad way to go

They won't even find your body, put your ass like six below

When you reach them pearly gates would you tell God I said hello

Time to get busy

Your bitch done up and left you, cause she tryna get with Chrizzy

No kizzy, no cap, spin the bitch around, I made her go crazy

Bitch I been spinnin' off these percs like laundromat, bitch I get dizzy

Somebody call lizzy, lil' Chrizzy, get you dropped outside my tank

Bitch, I been rolling up them Backwoods on a back street to the bank

All of my money in blues and reds and colorful spreads,

Your bank account zero, it's blank

All of my red blood cells done turned to purple, sippin' too much of that drank

I've got an itch, I can't stop it, I can feel it

Bitch, I got a band disease, all of my money so blue they thought I was Crip

Bitch you talk too much, just let me know when you're ready to close your lips

Don't get mad at me, don't crash out cause I might've just fucked your bitch

Yeah, I heard that she gets passed around, your bitch on some shit

Bitch I don't really give no fucks about what you're on,

Unless you're talking shit

I just came in this bitch, I just went and slide in the tonka

Load that bitch up with the sticks, ha

Who want smoke with me, I make you feel it

Trail Blazing chase his ass like Chauncey Billups

I'm boutta drop this shit, let's drop it

I'm boutta kill 'em

I'm bout to do just what they can't and make them feel it

Stack the Mink, I put some Maison Francis on my hoe

I just stack the brand new paper because I seen them at my door

How the fuck you want that bread but you can't even mix your dough

How the fuck you makin' speedy money, he probably sped, he must be slow

The fuck is you mad for

Don't get pissy tryna come start something, I'll beat your ass though

He was losin' in the fight, now he tryna up the pole

Couple niggas right behind me, that's a sad way to go

They won't even find your body, put your ass like six below

When you reach them pearly gates would you tell God I said hello

Huh, baddah