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