Shopping War Lyrics

My Spanish plug, yeah, my Spanish plug

Put down them bricks for a taco bar

My bitch put body parts inside a shopping cart

I bought this house to have somewhere that the yacht could park

Just bring your money, gun, we havin' a shoppin' war, yeah

I'm not no painter, but I think pouring this wock a art

I get these pints so cheap, gotta check my doctor heart

When I'm on three different pills, I hear my patna voice

And I pour the whole pint of red, it's chocolate dark, yeah

I was sittin' inside the court, I know I'ma top the charts, yeah

And the Maybach Megalodon, I'm ridin' inside a shark, yeah

And I'm buyin' these books to meth to sell when college start, yeah

And the Cybertruck could drive itself, it's ScholarSmart, yeah

It be hard to pull your move on me, my collar starched, yeah

And I feel like Noah kicked a bitch up out his ark, yeah

You can call me Don, bishop Juan, the' magic arch, yeah

When you ready to put some in, you always have a choice

Know what I'm sayin', yeah

Micro Drac finna start my day when I drop my kid at pre-K

All this traffic outside my house, it's time to go build a freeway

Hit that lick cause I woke up with no cake, it was on my B-day

remember my momma had sold our family car to go buy some freebase

Duct tape round my clip when I flipped the script, it's an instant replay

Home sweet home was home & I fucked it up, now I feel like CJ

Swang the slab on 45, I don't know how to behave

Ask my sister, I ain't went broke, every since my phone was prepaid

Miss my niggas for real, when I spark this blunt, I'ma go by three graves

All this ice thats on my body, I'm tryna block a heatwave

You aint been trappin' as hard as me, don't worry about no police raids

Me and my dawg ran up 800, it's like the Olympic relays

Dead presidents in my pocket, soon as I shop, they cremate it

Keepin' this FN & my chopstick, I get high Dee-Baby

4 15s inside my trunk when I hit your block, the streets shakin

Love my homeboy momma just like my own, I call her T-Lady

My Spanish plug, put down them bricks for a taco bar

My bitch put body parts inside her shopping cart

And I bought this crib just to have somewhere where the yacht could park

Gotta bring your money, gun, we havin' a shopping warrrr yeaa

And im not no painter, but I think pouring this wock a art

I get these pints so cheap, I check my doctor heart

When I'm on three different pills, I can hear my patna voice

& I poured a pint of hi tech red, it's chocolate dirt, n***a

You know what I'm sayin'