yeah buddy - spooky locc lyrics
a 100 round chopper make you do a back bend
cuz i’m cole with tha tommy like martin friends
stacking dollar after dollar inch by inch
you know i will fill up banks like the fresh prince
b-tch n-ggas y’all can hop up off he band wagon
pockets heavy n-gga, that’s why my pants sagging
fresh nba socks with some forces on
i’ll shut a n-gga down, foreclosed home
i’ll two piece a n-gga like rudy’s pollo
blue flag, you’ll never catch me wearing rojo
i don’t some weed but i roll solo
and to them haters i mark o’s on em, polo
t mail rep south dallas so he got the 44
you got that beef we got that bun, ton of money ho
you don’t want none i’m strapped up like a straight jacket
throw away pistol, that notch straight plastic
yeah
i leave em puzzled like a crossword
spooky locc aka mr mossberg
i pull that b-tch out, make a n-gga talk slurred
and then i put it to his chest like cough syrup
ain’t no beat safe cuz we murk em all
getting at n-ggas heads like tylenol
work the graveyard shift like the gatekeeper
everything all black, grim reaper
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