Globalcez & Mr.Eyezlow & Groovyslim - Knuckle Head

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoaaa
Whoa
Whoaaa
Aye
Aye
Aye
Ayeee
Ouu
Where the drank I'm tryna po up
I like pop percs
Till I throw up
I was a knuckle head
Growed up
Oh shit wait I meant grew up
The milligrams got me screwed up
I'ma post with lil bae
Hit the boot up
Ay
I heard yo shit got shoot up
An we don't know nun
We ain't do it
An if we can't smoke
Shit we aint coming thru then
Double cupp
Kissing
I was gone ouu it had me
Locals in the function
Got it poppin like some acne
Fucc a rock band
Shit they ain't never at we
Ay
Ima make em look past we
Finger fuck the money
I'ma make it cum faster
Ay
Its a natural disaster
They like is he pluggin
Im like boy stop asking
Gelato in the wood
We don't kush it aint ashton
You can't hit my wood
Baby boy stop asking
You should hit the road
Shit,
Bring the cash in
I heard you got the back end
You didn't?
Man what happen
We was really off the meds
We ain't never capping
I need a ciggerate if you dont get it
It's a strap then
I ain't never lacking
It's my life
You can't have it
I see my dreams close enough
Ouu, I'ma grab it
Always roll a wood
Sometimes its a grabba
She was on camera
She gon throw her hands up
We was in the party
Ouu
Yeah now she dancing
I need a skatpack
Ouu
Yeah go faster
If I hit it once
Then lil baby put yo hands up
Yeah she got a mans
But, it really don't matter
She gon let me hit it
I aint even have to ask her
She gon lie to you
She a real nice actor
If you want to be a factor
You got to get yo bands up
I was broke down
Shit I couldn't even stand up
I'ma spend the money
I'm like motha fucc the damage
Twin in the cut
Like a motha fuccin bandage
We might wrap you up
We gonna leave yo ass in plastic
We don't know nun
Shit damn that was tragic
Ha
Shit damn that was tragic
We don't know nun
Shit damn that was tragic
(Real hustler shit)
Why you do that
Iont need new friends
I need some new racks
Knockin em feel every week
I need some new packs
Cool cat
Road runnin
I jus did a few laps
Wit cez
Where yo bitch wanna come choose at
Why you do that
Fuck it where druggies
Where the tools at
White tee sweat shorts chain on an a new cap
PCHT
We the wave like a du rag
Pop a roxy thang for my mind
I can't lose that
Looking up
Asking god to let me find the plug
I was praying for some work
Sac religious on our grind they say church
Babyyyy
Imma fuck it til it hurt
Try meeee
Imma take you out this earth

Written by:
Cesar Moreno, Jeryme Holguin, Jimy Holguin

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