xeal - 800 or something lyrics
[intro]
f-cked up on the block, we get
f-cked up in the spot, we get
f-cked up in the car, all these
bottles, it’s a bar
we get it, we gotta go
[chorus]
f-cked up on the block, we get
f-cked up in the spot, we get
f-cked up in the car, all these
bottles, it’s a bar, got me
f-cked up, f-ck a cop, we get
f-cked up on the spot, bro get
f-cked up off the bars, shoot your
shot off in the dark, hit the
target hit ya mark, whip the
hits and take it far, toke the
tar and fill the jar, fly up
in the clouds to mars
[verse 1]
we go smoke up on the balcony
peep the jungle trees
you can’t count the gs, baby
if you tryna f-ck or get f-cked
up you just say please
gotta keep stackin’ the grease, gotta go seein’ the
mediterranean sea, i gotta fly out to greece
i multiply by degrees
i’ll buy the house on the beach
f-ck with the babe with the peach
keep a ben frank on the leash
i’ll blow a check on a piece
shred it to kief and then chief
oo, oo, oo, oo
ay, oo, yuh, yuh
uh, uh, uh, wawuda
yuh, wait for the beat to come back
whew, wait for the beat to come back
didn’t come up sellin’ crack, packin’ the
club to the back, that sh-t you smoke is real
whack, we get way f-cked up off dabs
[chorus]
f-cked up on the block, we get
f-cked up in the spot, we get
f-cked up in the car, all these
bottles, it’s a bar, got me
f-cked up, f-ck a cop, we get
f-cked up on the spot, bro get
f-cked up off the bars, shoot your
shot off in the dark, hit the
target hit ya mark, whip the
hits and take it far, toke the
tar and fill the jar, fly up
in the clouds to mars
[verse 2]
cargo, the pants
i need to strap down these bands
just playin’ the money is plants
advances do meet my demands
out of the park, grand slam
lil baby stop f-ckin’ your man
come to the crib and just dance
i got some crazy -ss plans
grabbin’ the twins ampersand
i gotta set up the cam
i seen the booty like d-mn
bouta beat it up like bam
gotta eat it up like jam
she venus gon’ stand on a clam
she baddest in all of the land
all natural, no spam in a can
back to the topic at hand, drugs high demand
traffic and givin’ commands
chillin’ with the last few grams
left and right hand man, drop tabs, unplanned
talk to the tv, i seen a bb
thinkin’ she seen me, dvd winkin’
lowkey i’m tweakin’, i can’t be eatin’
i got so f-cked up i turned vegan
[chorus]
f-cked up on the block, we get
f-cked up in the spot, we get
f-cked up in the car, all these
bottles, it’s a bar, got me
f-cked up, f-ck a cop, we get
f-cked up on the spot, bro get
f-cked up off the bars, shoot your
shot off in the dark, hit the
target hit ya mark, whip the
hits and take it far, toke the
tar and fill the jar, fly up
in the clouds to mars
[outro]
slop in the sink
skate off the rink
drop off the drink
feel like a king
i cannot sing
ocarina like link, it feel like a dream
f-cked up on the block, we get
f-cked up in the spot, we get
f-cked up in the car, all these
bottles, it’s a bar, ay
man, f-ck 100, 200, 300
i’m all the way up to 800
ay, ay
ay, ay
that sh-t was 800
that sh-t’s 800 or somethin’
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