SPLIFF ft. RØZAY Lyrics

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YOUNG MADZ

Grrah

JR!

Put all my opps in a spliff I'ma smoke 'em

Playin' like it's a game I control 'em

Run up talk your shit you get sent to the sky

Me and RØZAY finna smoke now we high

In the stu' with the Wock' and the Henny

You got problems? well bitch I got plenty

I got my .9 and RØZAY got the semi

And if he's throwin' 15 I'm gonna throw 20

And-And if you run you better not trip

If you do best believe that I'm gon let it rip

Feel the heat from this burner that shit won't be quick

Nigga talkin' his shit he'll get hit on his lip

Outside with the knock

If you run up just know I'm gon' make your heart stop

I ain't playin' no more with this shit getting serious

That new opp pack got me feeling ridiculous

Got me makin' more music

¿Why they jackin' my flow? all these niggas look stupid

Copy my style but my style is secluded

Call me their sergeant the way they're salutin'

Off the Wock' and the Henny I'm sippin'

Mindin' my own ¿why the fuck are you trippin'?

¿Why the fuck do them niggas keep hatin'? sayin' they gangsta but they really fakin'

On his body we makin' him trip

Finna pack his soul inside a spliff

Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night

On his body we makin' him trip

Finna pack his soul inside a spliff

Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night

He thinks he's a pro but that nigga is a rookie

Fuck that nigga that nigga is a pussy

Spit on his life while I'm takin' his soul

That fuck niggas life gon' end up on the floor

Call one of my goons to go knock on your door

If you come out I'm uppin' the score

I'll say it again but I've said it before

Me and RØZAY we both know what we know

Aye J gimme the lighter

Niggas be shinin' but we shinin' brighter

Stick to the spiritual path king of the 7's my 8's will attack

Nah-Nah fuck that I wanna smoke

Come and run up but boy you gon' choke

Smoke you cannot inhale no joke

God damn got them all in a choke

Fuck that spinnin' 'round with the Glock aimed at his head

Fuck that seen that frown he dead

Not no nigga when I'm smashin' his head

Had his gang watchin' now that nigga dead

No pumpkins I like brains

Nigga run up and it won't be the same

I dropped your body your life was exchanged

God damn now you gone

Nigga ran up and he ain't make it home

Like David no intel

Pull up to the block with the Glock I'ma get low

Your bitch just dropped the info'

We slide four deep

Pull up to the block with the Glock we sweep

Gang gang finders keep your bitch want me I delete

Bitch-Bitch I divide properties

You want smoke? come ride with me

But if you die you ain't gon'

You ain't gon' fuckin' die with me

Grrah

Niggas think they on it

So we fuckin' slide it pass it to my nigga J

You know that nigga gonna ride it

Grrah

On his body we makin' him trip

Finna pack his soul inside a spliff

Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night

On his body we makin' him trip

Finna pack his soul inside a spliff

Whistle once so he knows it's on sight he knows damn well his life won't make it through the night