Sage Bishop - Stir Fry

Indacut ent mane whats happening h town in this bitch what's cracking flippp
You know what I'm sayin
From the third coast to the west coast what's happening
From the h
I don't know what y'all talking bout bruh
Gotta keep it playa homie really from the h
Southside groovin mixin syrup out the case
Why you actin hard like you really got the k
Said he wanted beef so I threw it on a plate
Cook his ass up like a stir fry
I was in the streets yeah you heard right
Got to get this money that's my birth right
Get it while it's hot homie stir fry
Who the fuck you talking to cuz I don't pay attention
Acting like we homies I can see your true intentions
If you want the smoke I'm loading up my ammunition
I don't give a fuck about your mother or your children
Better thing twice for you move
Life is like chess you a rook
Bitch I'm in your city what it do
Still I'm one deep fuck a crew
H town bitch slidin thru the southeast
Solomon a king damn right he a beast
I be indacut hand gripped on the lean
If I got the 40 then you know I got the beam
Black girl white girl I don't give a fuck
Blue flag red flag is you really blood
Sd ca twisting up runtz
When I'm in LA I got some codeine in my cup
One call
Big weight
Forty five
Interstate
Callin up the plug imma need more
I be hard to find call me Nemo
Still be indacut rocking preme though
Japanese Fanta with the lean hoe
Gotta keep it playa homie really from the h
Southside groovin mixin syrup out the case
Why you actin hard like you really got the k
Said he wanted beef so I threw it on a plate
Cook his ass up like a stir fry
I was in the streets yeah you heard right
Got to get this money that's my birth right
Get it while it's hot homie stir fry
Had to use the oven as a heater in the winter
Said it all before I bet you don't remember
Almost killed my father in the middle of December
He was choking out my mama nowadays they still together
I don't even talk to them I be one deep
Sliding through the city pistol for my enemies
Mindin my business I ain't even trying to beef
If the pussy keep it up he might end up 6 feet
I ain't really fucking with no lil boy shit
I'm just trying to hustle boy I got to get rich
Hatin on me homie eat a fucking dick
You the type to trade it all for a damn bitch
Folding up quick you pussy
I been in the game you rookie
Boy this shit ain't no movie
Big old blunt full of cookies hoe

Written by:
Clayton Daigle

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