Lyrics

I'm up in Notre Dame smokin' on this green Guam Bullets came same size as a nigga thumb I provoke him just to try to kill them when they come I'm sittin' in a swamp, finna poke him when he jump Every time I pull into the street, I got my thump And I don't trust nobody, like a old grump I'm in my rocking chair, poppin' niggas off the porch And I ain't tryna pass the torch, I'ma get you scorched Gang members everywhere, is what they go report And we ain't even in no colors, they just come support I got sticks at the resort, I took a Glock with me to court And I ain't even in no beef, I'm just out of sorts The world got me fucked up, I tried to be a sport I was down bad, asking Satan for a short I'm smokin' up my own blunts, this one be the fourth I think I'm gang, orca, I'm in Mordor with the orcs You hobbit-ass niggas, runnin' from this pitchfork You coward-ass bitches hid the truth from the reports But, bitch, it's all good, I'm still selling out the fort I'm goin' back on tour, I ain't goin' back-and-forth Bitch I'm up in Notre Dame smokin' on this green Guam Bullets, came same size as a nigga thumb I provoke him just to try to kill them when they come I'm sittin' in a swamp, finna poke him when he jump Every time I pull into the street, I got my thump And I don't trust nobody, like a old grump I'm in my rocking chair, poppin' niggas off the porch And I ain't tryna pass the torch, I'ma get you scorched Quintin
Writer(s): Quintin Lamb, Xavier Beard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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