Lyrics

In the woods In the hood Yo Gang Listen Yo Listen I was a lost boy from the 6 I'm good Running round with the boys in the hood Got the Style like Tre but I'm misunderstood If I could bring times back trust man I would I lost a lot but I'm tryna feel fine I don't want her to wine and dine but I'm sick of this pain wanna smoke 35s Now rolling bud up in a cone not pine Gang asking eachother like what is the sitch Keep the long long on the side of ur hip Don't reminisce It's time to ching Stepped out in drip Are you gonna snitch Are you really on shit Like bro wanna shot to get all his Ps Do your ting but lay low please I don't want you nicked nah I want you free You pick a pokey no help from trees Straight to the hunt man talking brazy Are you really like me I'm crazy Lose my tiny temper all my thoughts are fading Make you pass out with my stainless Now I'm up and people wanna know me baby you can't be my lady Sit in bros Mercedes' Hold this while I pass the feds I'm wavy Money come like gravy Moving like bolt cah I'm moving all pacy I'm back in the cut with bread to my name Pass the opp block cah we go the same way And ima spin back if my bro gets touched but he won't cah gang got him the same day Active 24s like a petrol station All the time gang gang no breaking I just had a dream smoking a paigon Like Kal smoked Luther crazy This is real life not some comic b Hop out on gang not the justice league All blacked out with my Bruce in a whip Then we get him down like it's just DC My bro wanna talk how he got many hoes But me I got too many flows I say we jump in the whip then go But scanning to see if there's 12 Pussio's live that lie I don't know why they always try I could get bare man to go them sides And show how the akhi's will slide And trust me you know I'll ride Always got this on my side Like bro wanna go from the left but calm Us man will go on the right I was a lost boy from the 6 I'm good Running round with the boys in the hood Got the Style like Tre but I'm misunderstood If I could bring times back trust man I would I lost a lot but I'm tryna feel fine I don't want her to wine and dine but I'm sick of this pain wanna smoke 35s Now rolling bud up in a cone not pine In a cone not pine When I'm on this grind I want this spliff come long like Giant On my jack jones when I stalk this nerd caught him don't care ur beanie's on the right Beanie's on the right Spliff long like giant Rolling bud up in a cone not pine
Writer(s): Varon Dhillon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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