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nodded out - $weet-t lyrics

[intro]
(crack house)
(stop flexin’ your muscles, jordan)

[verse 1: $kid]
new white cartis cost three months of the rent
irene ran out of drive, nodded out in the tent
i got clean work, but my fiends want the fent’
don’t crank the heat on, i got dope in the vents
what i’m choppin’ up, it’s too big for the plate
i used to sell eighths, now it’s a thousand and eight
you got it by the pound, we got it by the crate
all top side of the crib, i take the cut out of state
money covered in residue, shoutout to thеm users
my palms get sweaty whеn i drive it past the cruisers
my mans need a bird, i pulled up with a rooster
never trust a ho, i got faith in my ruger
it’s hot in my city, i gotta watch how i maneuver
i got that sh*t on me like i work with manure
the boys hit the crib, i’ll send the work to the sewer
my play need a split, i couldn’t pull up any sooner

[verse 2: $weet*t]
it’s 6:38, the fiends smackin’ down my beeper
try and run off, i’m blowin’ up your crib like a creeper
i’m drownin’ in the game, i couldn’t get no deeper
my b*tch bust a ten milli’ one handed, she a keeper
i got a big gang, you just be hangin’ out with friends
i just pulled up to the spot, my junkie wait around the bend
i make*make*make, so i don’t care ’bout how i spend
i’ma player in the game, and you just play pretend
just rolled me up a dun*dun*dun, now i’m about to spark it
pull that whip up this way, i bet this .308’ll park it
left the irons on it ’cause i never miss my target
so much chicken in the spot, this b*tch look like boston market
so many chickens in the spot, this motherf*cker looks like zookins
my fiend just faced a ball, now that motherf*cker’s pukin’
7.62 in the baby drac’, i’m totin’ rhonda mutin
i got a big tobacco leaf, then i filled it with pollutants
[verse 3: $kid]
made enough in these nikes to buy a hundred pairs of louies
i was sellin’ weed back when sosa was rockin’ the trueys
got tens for the twenty, i’m way out in the boonies
i’m stackin’ everything, even loonies and toonies

[verse 4: $weet*t]
deep in the boonies, i could’ve went to uni
jump slappin’ all day, my fiends be jones just like junie
my opp’s gun is puny and his whip’s old as mickey rooney
my habibi’s beefed out ’cause wasn’t sh*t, yeah, wasn’t soonie

[verse 5: $kid]
trappin’ seven days a week, my phone don’t stop ringin’
water diamonds in the chain, this b*tch don’t stop blingin’
could’ve went to college for what i spent in neimans
i heard you had that new rollie and p*wned it at zeidmans

[verse 6: $weet*t]
if you ain’t ’bout that money, then we don’t got cohesion
f*ckin’ with my bread will get you set up for deletion
i just gave my hitter half, he’ll get the rest upon completion
i just pulled up on your b*tch and left her coated in secretions

[verse 7: $kid]
my cousin in the feds, he had the ‘caine and the tar
i’m turnt up with the hippies, slappin’ k at the bar
pistol in my pocket, i got the k in the car
i got zips in the fender ’cause my plays stay far
[verse 8: $weet*t]
play with $weet and $kid, then you’re gainin’ some scars
just raided my granny’s cabinet, i got a play on some par
i paid a thousand for the pistol, i ain’t tryna spar
just stuffed the ‘wood to the gills, then i turned it to char

- weet t lyrics

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