Murderholics (with SPM)

Juan Gotti

I blow three for ten
Smoke in the wind
Smoke one for niggas locked in the pen
Spend all the bodies damn dividend
My cloc my loo my damn Benjamin
I'll pop the trunk and might drop the top
Always leave the house with my gloc on cock
Niggas mad as grill cause they block on lock
Nigga fuck the talk and I'll pop hot shot
Hoes wanna talk girl do ya broad
Bro don't even hate boy I pull ya cord
Playa thank you hard
Nigga brang yo squad down to woodbrother, woodforrest boulevard
Hoes wanna talk girl do ya broad
Bro don't even hate boy I pull ya cord
Playa thank you hard
Nigga brang yo squad down to woodbrother, woodforrest boulavard
I'm sippin lean promithazine
Nigga getting green ain't been a thing
My visiting still shine so clean
Hoppin out of stretch limousines
I'm sippin lean promithazine
Nigga getting green ain't been a thing
My visiting still shine so clean
Hoppin out of stretch limousines
I'm on the scene draped in fancy clothes
Gotta leave the club with some jazzy hoe
Got some niggas comin at me swoll
Pop my trunk pull out the 44
I know they don't think they can take me down
Hoe ass niggas neva see me clown
Catch me slip nigga I won't bitch I'll get yo ass on the rebound
I'm H-town raised
Getting blazed, getting laid, getting paid
Sippin lemonade in the shade
Niggas play and may where I'm stay
Been on the grind getting mine
Did my time now I'm livin fine
Got so many throw hoes in line
I got them boys really trippin huh?

Some call me a throw nigga, blow nigga
Believe everything that's told nigga
Robbin tots, and shoppin robbers
Flossin the open road nigga
Watch me wig and got feelin life is like a rollercoaster
Stop and listen I invision flyin with the dodo's smoking
Man a nigga like me I floss my shit
Roll in the benz with my windows tint
Beach for the chain
Bling in the rang
Fallin down with this drank I sip
Wave my trunk
Display my bump
15 carets grace my front
screens is fallin
niggas ballin
ya'll can't fulfill this life I stunt
switchin lanes, grippin grain
in my lap my pistol man
those who hate gon meet yo fate
I show ya'll bout this game I'm playin
Pimpin hoes fo shoes and clothes
Slammin precious lexus doors
Understand me rollin candy
Aint tryin to brag but cose is throwed
On my mind is money makin
Serving feins is coke I'm bakin
Fall leave leave me lone
Texas prison chance I'm takin
OH MY GOD man hold up, too much lean up in my cup
Slow me down, turn me round
Ya'll gone flip, I'm posted up