21 With A Blatt (feat. Skino)

Niggas don't want smoke with me Blackbox God (Niggas don't like me) I get it like, come on (It's a Blackbox God) I fuck with a skinny white fuck Late night on your block with that G-twenty-three Got hit with that cat and I said it was me And I'm blowin' this couch, I spend on J Street And niggas be fast when they see me kick feet Right on one I'm a switch he got a big XD And he sure put Cillin tryna get on one knee And I really got him I ain't nothin' like Keisha And when you not keep talkin', this pockets look weak And when you not keep talkin', I'ma hop up with P's And I go around the A and I'm fuckin' with P's Trava keep talkin', he broke ass, dirty ass boy 21 with the blatt, a grown man toy And I'm poking on Ja, had the whole hill knowing I ain't duckin' no smoke, I ain't shit I avoid When I catch gen five, I'ma put 'em on ice Heard Mo got cracked, I ain't give up the ice If I see you in the mall, I'ma shoot with some psych, nigga Five, five, six, nigga, you know we the tightest I don't fuck with the three, I don't fuck with the four I don't fuck with the five, I don't fuck with the six I don't fuck with the six, 'cause them niggas on deck Just found in the four, I hop I would sweat Just found in the four, I hop I would bottles Lil' Six he a bitch, he be duckin' his top Lil' Wicky a bitch he be duckin' his head Be jazzin' niggas while Rick got dead Jazzin' niggas I bug assed that It was jazzin' niggas and that white's not alive It was jazzin' niggas we hop I would box Niggas dick ride the team that we crack a flop They smokin' on Mo, he got hit with a chop They smokin' on Mo, he got hit with a P Go and get you a verse back come with a beat Your song ass hit get hit with a three hundred beat They smokin' on Mo need to free lil' stitch I'ma spin it on a three 'cause I swear the way it be I be spinnin' with switches, I'm a full blown creep I'ma crack me a seal, nigga, free me, go leave Them lions and bears, they talk about me I be gigglin' like shit, might go fuck up the sneak I'ma hop out with drake, I'ma hop out with peaks These mugshots spinnin', thought you was sweet I'm already on it, I'm blowin' off the rip I was lockin' that seal when I heard about drip If I switched, I ain't jam, shorty woulda got click It's a hit or a miss if you gettin' this whip If I'm jackin' your ass, you better not tip I'ma smoke on a tray, got left in a sip I ain't three-tryin', spendin', got left on this rip If a call in, thrn fuck, put a mic on that bitch Niggas get laughin' they cops Niggas get laughin' they whips They get laughin' they V's Niggas they know bout black box wraps We catchin' them heads and we catchin' them B's I'm fuckin' with dub, you fuckin' with dice So you already know I ain't bangin' no C's I'm bangin' them threes, I'm bangin' them fives I catch me a nigga with strophes and I'm live Catch me a nigga, caught him by surprise Snake hopped out and it opened his ass Snake hopped out, we don't care 'bout no bitch Who the fuck is the father of that nigga, a bitch? What nigga talkin' 'bout, he gon' give me the bill Dumbass nigga, he gon' need help I hop out the car with that I hop in the car with the boss 'bout a nigga gettin' in Why the fuck these niggas keep speakin' on Tone I'm smokin' on more real sky on the wall Smokin' on more real sky, they be cheesin' I fuck up the middle, swag gave me a reef I fuck up the middle, 'cause swag want tracks My brother got beads on beads, he the man, he want flats My brother got beads on beads, I knocked out a I knocked on a tree I fuck with skeng and fuck up the three It late night on your block with that G-twenty three Got hit with that cat and I said it was me And I'm blowin' this cap and I spent on Jake Street And niggas be fast when they see me kick feet Right on one I'm a switch he got a big XD And he sure put Cillin tryna get on one knee And I really got him I ain't nothin' like Keisha And when you not keep talkin' his pockets look weak And when you not keep talkin' I'ma hop up with P's And I go around the A and I'm fuckin' with P's Trava keep talkin', he broke ass, dirty ass boy 21 with the blatt, a grown man toy And I'm poking on Ja, had the whole hill knowing I ain't duckin' no smoke I ain't shit I avoid When I catch them five I'ma put 'em Her remote got crack, I ain't give a If I see you in the mall, I'ma shoot a Nigga, five-five-six, nigga, you know we the dice