Don G - Biopic

She brought blunts from Calabasas said that I should smoke some
Hotboxing is my bad habit baby soak until the smoke gone
Or yo lungs low
slowing down yo blood flow
Situation sticky get like Ricky you smell gun smoke

Cruising down in Calabasas v6 engine 4 by 4
Did it for the music he thinking he don't know no more
I ain't got no green rings for'em I ain't got no friends that close
What you think gone happen when you give all that power to ghost

He gone back on next season and the reason cuz them numbers lows
Besos new John Stamos cuz he know how to keep charts on flow

I den made this money wit out flapping in my bills bitch
Press the button on the sit back once I pay them bills bitch
Got yo Auntie in Humvee got her popping pills quick
7:30 in the am tryna get to work lit

Cause she some back pain
Working in this factory
Then put her in the bed frame
When she come home back to me

Said her life she hate it, it's too basic
Look what these hoes doing
Stripping the wood all naked then she face it
Yea that tree'll do it
Faking little bitch you too complacent
I know how y'all do it
Get adjacent
Then I mix this Remy wit her spinal fluid

223s and the gang gone bust and yo bitch can't match my fly nigga
Brody up the way and pole gone touch whoever my eye spy nigga

Days one they gone slide wit us
Big drums when they ride wit us
Drake and K, in whip wit the bae
She steady that bitch and fire niggas

On the edge and the only nigga on call
Blow green good while I watch clouds fall
Looking up like nigga why the sky black
But the tar in my lungs prolly did that

All Tyson for a nigga like Mike back
Banging on his rib cage right where the lock at
Told that nigga that I'm coming right back
And if I cut his hands off he still better fight back

I be moving like a 18-wheeler
All my kills confirmed bitch I'm a certified killer
And he better get his bitch before I throw her in mixer
Cuz i don't know what's gone happen when the gang start fucking wit her

Crazy these clowns call me bro but they ain't no real fam to me
If bang right up the way they ain't gone come and blam wit me
Only call and hit you when it's benefit they really need
That's fine wit me, a mil cost way more when split individually

And please don't pull up on the gang trying to Get it cracking
I up the 22 and you shook
He ain't seen no action

He could throw them shells from Tampa just like he was Tom Terrific
Vest gone catch them shells too tall in Cleveland like Joe Jurevicius
(Ooo that was off the dome nigga!)

Written by:
Devin Bell

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