Bleachers
70Th Street Carlos
3:12It's consequences when you out here thuggin' Nigga full of H, poppin' pills, out here druggin' RIP to that lil nigga that got killed for nothing You havin' fun, feelin' good, then all of a sudden RIP to that lil nigga that got killed for nothin' Nigga want on the dice and he got killed for hustlin' These niggas out here, they ain't right, I can smell them, they musty Smile in your face and stab you in the back, they can't be trusted Want me now but where you was when I was broke and dusty? And I don't wanna fuck but baby you can suck me Gettin' head, loaded full of syrup, watchin' Chucky Up in the road with a big one, feelin' like Puffy I don't know how you be goin' but I be goin' duffy If you play with one of mine then it's no discussion Yeah nigga I ain't lyin', bro I think we bussin' Big ass rod on my hip and it came from Russia Yeah, that's that smoke And we got that gas, when you hit that shit you choke What you laughin' at? Nigga this is not a joke Hit him with that, bitch his body gon' lock like he caught a stroke