B Cozzy - Ounce

Swear i puff a ounce of G
Before i even get my lick in
Expensive guts it cost a key for people jus to sit in
Bring a bottle for your friend
They drive da boat before they get it
Dont spend no penny on these hoes
I keep it P unless she my bitch
Left a hunnit for my side bitch
Wont tell a soul she keep it quiet
I got plenty bread to get
So i keep switching up my ride
Im so high i can fly a paper plane right
She like Jackie Chan she get drunk
And fight me all night
Security check my pants
Before i walk into da spotlight
Im not fighting him
I keep it on me he a tall guy
She wan fuck a star
Ima go and give her what she want
Before i cut her off
I found my lane again
And you same niggas tryna cut me off
Ahoy mate its time to walk the plank
My boy got bigger banks
My bra just put 200 ina stocks
Tryna get his paper straight
If he keep talking stank
We goin put his body ina lake
Dont talk to tough if you aint got bigger chains
Im tryn get six rings
Like six rings
My boy want electric eels he goin need a big tank
Pop pills it make my shit stank
Tryn get my pain straight
Paying bills they fuckn up my bank
Pushing back my court date
Fuck 12 they can go to hell
Tryna put me inat chain gang
Lets tell the truth aint no more cappn
You been having yours
Gotta sell a bag of that thc everyday
Dat shit like having chores
I gotta eat i been hungry as hell
Since they cut my umbilical cord
I been writing notes but i gotta kill
Its like i got turn my pen to swords
Drunk a shot tequila fuck me up
That shit went straight to core
If i rob him he aint goin need it
You act like iant been poor
I told my bitch whats mine is mine
What hers is hers but mine aint yours
I cant be surrounded by no pussies
So for now its fuck dat boy
Swear i puff a ounce of G
Before i even get my lick in
Expensive guts it cost a key for people jus to sit in
Bring a bottle for your friend
They drive da boat before they get it
Dont spend no penny on these hoes
I keep it P unless she my bitch
Left a hunnit for my side bitch
Wont tell a soul she keep it quiet
I got plenty bread to get
So i keep switching up my ride
Im so high i can fly a paper plane right
She like Jackie Chan she get drunk
And fight me all night
Cozzy pop off ona nigga
He steppin on necks
For niggas who thinkn they colder
Watch yo step we can go iron for iron
For niggas who thinkn they boulder
I am the best niggas want features
I guess its bout time to put weight on my shoulders
Aint like the rest see ima cocky lil nigga
Go smack at a bitch ion care if she older
Pushing exotic cars dont care bout the law
We ducking the cops and all
Send out the plug my way
He coming tomorrow
Yea we bout to smoke it all
Bands cant fit in my wallet
Walk i talk it Seen i saw it
Got bands we marching
Nigga a pack now heard they sparked him
His time was coming God said come clock in
Ian een big yet
But i had people come up to me
And ask for a picture
Ian een take it ion know where u been
Keep six feet nigga watch yo distance
Luelno say opposition fishing
Got make a real quick lil decision
Im ona mission to gettn them riches
And im goin get cuz nigga ima gangsta

Written by:
Brian Gordon

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