Boy6lue - 1418 Pins (feat. Jimmie D)
It's me babyI was the mayor in the v, niggas know that
You heard the name
Back by popular demand, these niggas watered down the game
I was popular with grams, I flood the town with 'caine (True)
I flip a couple zips then water down the chain
The purp' from 'sauga, I get my sour from Dyckman (Papi!)
Strap name thor, shit sound like lightning (Ahh)
Should've named it Tyson, the way it did his spinal (Haha)
I shouldn't be on this camel out in Cairo (Real shit)
I got my eyes on my paper that's final (Uh huh)
Use a du-rags for a strainer, that's survival
Now it's all out a bitch (Ism)
Chris tucker in the parlor, nigga take a pick (What you need?)
No license, still brought the two door out still
Got a call on pins, I think this Trudeau house (That's it right there)
Winter time, the jacket gets chinchilled (Already know)
Pimps real, bitches hand feedin' me grapes like renzel (Pear)
I used to pump water like windmills (That work
Had the thunder in the jungle like Ben Still'
F boys on the celly make a quick mill
Keep my skully on when I mix crills
I'm in the kitchen like baby mice
Pack same size as a box for baby Nikes
So nice they should knight what I write
Baby girl like what a sight, she likes what she likes
Might have her right for the night
Whittles white, ain't no kief in my pint
Craven quit his job to go full time
I wish that I could but I'm the bread winner
Wife and two kids, what I did might leave your head spinning
Dead victim, dope sick or either bed ridden
Nah, I don't know what it taste like
Brick so hard it'll bend a fuckin' steak knife
I wasn't raised right, price locked in like a cage fight
Stack it up waist height, seal it for a the late flight
Ship it on the freight line
Got it in early during late nights, tip toeing the state lines
Written by:
Corey Carby-Douglas
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