Stoner Pimpson - Bol Bol

Gotta do this shit for my dogs
When I think about my dogs and everything for me they'll do
Be tryna say how I feel in the music, like fuck it wrote this on the way to the stu
I keep my glock on my waist, know I'm good with my engineer
Still keep that shit in the booth
Cause I know some niggas that died by my hands
I ain't telling no lies tell me where is the truth
Do this for my blood, ion gangbang cuz my favorite color was blue
But out in chiraq it's about yo direction, gotta choose left or right
I'm that nigga like Snoop
I don't got no opps but I still got some niggas that wanna see me dead
But shit what they gone do?
And I can't trust new niggas, cuz i gotta know everyone in yo crew
Yeah bitch, it's Stony P ima one man army but I ain't a group (Yeah bitch)
My life a movie, bitch ima dog, he say he a dog, but I call em Goofy
I don't got no ceiling, I just gotta car and it don't gotta roof
I just bought a Glock 10, it sound like a drum but it blow like a tuba

My money tall, I just wanna ball they call me Manute
We don't smoke out no bowls, I just rolled a backwood it look like a flute
I took some losses, got charged to the game, but we still had disputes
Now the bitch think I'm rich, if I said I was broke then hoe what you a do?

Now the bitch think I'm rich, if I said I was broke then hoe what you a do?

Thought you already knew but guess what I'm that nigga Lil baby
And I can't trust no thot but he still her raw
So the best thing he gone do is give her a baby
I know I'm gone get rich niggas is lazy
And a nigga stopped trapping but I'm still at granny house still in the basement
Grew up in the streets like the pavement
Ion see color you'd think I was racist
All that I need is the green
Got some problems to face
Roll a backwood and face it
And it's greatness around me
Could smell it in the air I damn near could taste it
They say money gone come and then money gone go all that I do is chase it

They say money gone come and then money gone go all that I do is chase it
They say money gone come and then money gone go all that I do is chase it

They freed my nigga Mac, we just still tryna get my nigga Lou free
Shout out all the guys, RIP the guys

Written by:
Jordan Stewart

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