Blunt To My Lip ( Prod.By Mikey The Magician)

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Verse 1: Ramirez
Pull up to your mammy house
I put yo family straight to sleep
Riding with the duster by my side
I'm about to sweep the streets
Tell them hoes I stole this murder when I hit they ******' town
Tato tip all on that ***** so they don't make no sound
It's the Grey 59, step inside the Columbine
Where you witness your demise
And this throne will still be mine
Grey Gorilla Mac 9, make your heart flat line
Speaking bout my ******g clique
Buckle up and throw down
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Verse 2: Fat Nick
Oh sh1t, here we go
These percs and xans, I'm feelin' low
We skrrt the Porsche, the engine blow
I been too rich, now watch me glow
Draco twitch now, watch me empty out a clip
Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I'll hit yo sh1t
VVS my neck, jeweled out too, my wrist
Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid
Flexin' in a brick
I got too much on me, that's why your b1tch, she want me
Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Verse 3: Ramirez
Watchin' for the police cause they always tryna catch me mane
A 2-11 in progress, I'm bout to rob this sucka out his sh1t
Tie him up and tape his mouth
Tell this b1tch don't make no sound
Throw that busta in the trunk
'Bout to take him Hellbound
Out the grave, you can't kill what's dead
I like my room bloody red
My souvenir, this sucka head
And in the water is where he dread
Tearin' up the hot lead
I like the shotty cus its' spread
******' with the killa, promise by the end, you'll be dead
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips