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envy caine - folk shit lyrics

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if you come to my hood, then you outta’ place, when the d’s on my body, i’m hoppin’ gates
you get robbed if you trappin’ and coppin’ pleads, you get shot or you die if you droppin’ rakes
n-ggas snitch and b-tch up, then go tell the cops, for the gz, we gon’ spark up to l-block
all the opps on my d-ck, trynna’ off me, tell the bl!cky’s go spin thru the flossy
stain gang, you should know what it cost me, all this weed and codeine got me saucy
i wake up, hit a l!ck and i’m gucci, bust down, you get smoked like a loosie
on the ‘book, they love makin’ movies, you get clapped or be racked if you whoopty
i got ??? the top and i went thru, envy caine, you don’t know what i been thru
we pull up, you get popped like a pimple, shoot at the wave and go clap at the ten too
chase ’em down and i’m jumpin’ the fence too, cook it, weigh and then i bag it, its simple
couple glizzies that look like a pencil, mug all stores and the scores and the rental
spinnin’ blocks, early mornin’ twirlin’, she see c0ka, she stuck in my whirlwind
f-ck the liquor, that sh-t had me earlin’, shoot at prospect and go park up on sterling
c0ka jigga, n-gga, b-tch i been the boss, in the plaza, they dirty, them n-ggas soft
i bet they won’t stand at that liquor store, get the drop, do a hit, then i’m spinnin’ off
we chooin’, twirlin’ and we shootin’ sh-t, catch ’em lackin’, don’t know who to pick
your mans on a shirt, you ain’t doin’ sh-t, go pick up and gun and go do a hit
came up, runnin’ wild like a lab rat, on the side-block we baggin’ mad crack
catch a body, wipe the grip and i stash that, free kaka, free skeeto, free mad-max
summer time in the ‘ville, it be scorchin’, grip the heater, start flamin’ and torchin’
seen cuban, my n-ggas we on ’em, shoot the block up and send ’em a warnin’
these scammers be dealin’ with funny works, rockstarz on my d-ck, f-ck a money first
we hop out, we not worried ’bout cameras, all for muggz, we gon’ score in the bamaz
we always around, ain’t no poppin’ out, free boogie, he slidin’ and hoppin’ out
he told it, i f-ck it and order out, free nesto, he mackin’ and ballin’ out
pretty thots, i don’t want me no basic b-tch, free leeky, we really be takin’ sh-t
from garvey to river, we on gang sh-t, ebbets field, with the folks, we on gang sh-t
and highball, we gon’ watch, we on gang sh-t, shot too many n-ggas wit’ the same fifth
livin’ in the trap, trynna’ get a bag, whippin’ll bring it back, lots of money stacks
at the chicken spot, where them n-ggas at, couple dead opps, n-ggas gettin’ wacked
situation 2, blastin’ out the whip, when we in the spot, all you hear is gltt
fat girl got me higher than a b-tch, plus its 750 rollin’ up a spliff

- envy caine lyrics

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