40 Bars of Terror lyrics

6 Shots out of the wesson

So much purple, a drought is out of the question

Blow ya heart out of your chest and

Lay low in a Trump Duplex down on the west end

Focus on what I invest in

Got married to marijuana, yeah

And the connect is my best man

Even though the game gon' change

It's the same old thing

Most of my cash came off cane

I'm in the 6-4-5 nigga with deuce dueces

White Pipe Late night creepin' with 2 deuces

Old head told me can't save money you useless

And all you gon' ever have is excuses boy

What the fuck ya'll think I make music for

And I'm out to get a gallon of water

My man on lock down but Flood the Island with quarters

Move work from Denver to DC like Portis

O.T the whole winter see me like August

And I still rip a nigga beat like I bought it

And they say it's my time so I'm glad I caught it

My bars could be smoked in the pipe or snorted

I'm just makin it cl-is-ear

The ch-is-amp is h-is-ere

The G-is-ame is Mi-zi-ne niggas

This Y-is-ear

Glock with a full clip

Ya'll keep droppin' that bullshit

Til' you get popped like a bull whip

Plan is to amaze you

And even when they try to make the God dress up

I got the hammer in the blazer

Step my game up from the potato to the laser

So you need surgery even if it graze you

Motha fuckin kiss ah death nigga

Double R, D BLOCK, and you know the ghost is next nigga

Can't find you we just smoke the next nigga

Never hold nothin in you supposed to check niggas

Whoever you can think of is garbage off hand

Never forget how to make a profit off grams

I just sold my house I made a profit off land

The beamers on EBAY I got that off cam

You never woulda though Martin was knockin' off Pam

We got riders in every market nigga they all fam

Yea Yea I design these things

And you know I'm in the hood like Chinese Wings