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Ooh J Mak

Free smoke, free smoke

Remember riding around giving out free tokes

Mama used to ask why I got three phones

I can’t wait for the day they let broski home

Really waitin' for the touchdown

Member being down, but a young nigga up now

Riding 'round my city, I can never put the gun down

I grew up as kid being used to the gun sound

I’m really used to the gun shots, big 30 clips

But we used to have one pop

Just say the word my nigga

Then you know that it’s done top

Fuck a full clip, you get pitched off of one shot

You get pitched off of one green, better think smart

Cuase you only got one brain

50 bands, but I only got one chain

These bitches want my money

But only got one ting

Or maybe two, dicking both

You can’t really trust these bitches so I stick and move

And I’m feeling like Wassi, the way I’m quick to shoot

Ha?

the way I’m quick to shoot

And i gotta make it nigga cuase I spit the truth

Got me going through some shit that I wish you knew

That I wish you understand

I’m tryna turn 50 to a 100 fucking bands

Yeah I got a 100 plans

Got through it, yeah I got a 100 stamps

Tryna run up on me wrong

You gonna end up like your man

Six feet, yeah I’m ruling in the courtz

Every time we on your block yeah it’s like a fucking sport

Call my youngins up, you know they gon score

You don’t wanna let us in so we kick in the door

And we coming for the cash

And we coming for the safe

I ain’t going nowhere, stop talking about the race

I ain’t rolling with K, but I’m rolling with a cane

Don’t move too sick cuase every dog has it’s day

So you better play your part

Fuck shooting up the car

My shooters walk up on your block

And have you cooling with the stars