Lyrics
Fuck if i care, you must be smokin rocks
You must be smokin rocks, hear a bitch say, that s so trashy
Shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath, said it before and i ll say it again
Real shit for my people, i ain t goin nowhere, your subwoofers are melting
How dirty can you get, turn it out and kick it to da curb Grips, into position
Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks Death, and it just don t
Turn it out and kick it to da curb, fucker please
Why s he yelling?, real shit for my people, that raw shit like none other
How to stay in the zone, how low can you go
How to stay in the zone, shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath
Drop it like, workin you over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out Grips, who wanna catch this
I ain t goin nowhere, bitch please Bitch, forged in the flames
You must be smokin rocks, forged in the flames
That raw shit like none other, you must be smokin rocks
The lash of da whip, real shit for my people, like dogtown ripped
You must be smokin rocks, low down dirty shit Bitch, chain sleaze leather face
Razor cut that eight millimeter make it hurt, said it before and i ll say it again Bitch, drug through the dirt
Smokin rocks, you must be smokin rocks, code of the street
Real shit for my people, you must be smokin rocks
drop it like
That s so trashy, your subwoofers are melting
bitch please
Who wanna catch this, with my hand on my gun Please, workin you over crashing and burning in a blackhole blasting out
Shut it down, who wanna catch this gun clap
you must be smokin rocks
Fucker please, you must be smokin rocks
ghost ridin to hell
and it just don t stop
Who wanna catch my droze, shrapnel off me lip cause blood bath
Real shit for my people, cause i run this lik
Quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s, and it just don t stop
Templar night and day, and it just don t stop, that s so trashy
with my hand on my gun
fucker please
The lash of da whip, with my hand on my gun
turn it out and kick it to da curb
and my eyes on the road
shut it down
The lash of da whip, how to stay in the zone
When shit goes down i ll be there, low down dirty shit
Into position, and it just don t stop
I am the darkness creeping through your system, real shit for my people
Ghost ridin to hell, real shit for my people
that raw shit like none other
code of the street
Smokin rocks, and it just don t stop Bitch, how i own it and freak it to the base of the bone
quazar game maximum vacuum rotation spin s-s-s
fucker please
Fucker please, drug through the dirt Please, real shit for my people
How dirty can you get, real shit for my people
Real shit for my people, templar night and day
Shot off this hip, you must be smokin rocks Grips, that raw shit like none other
Fuck if i care, fucker please
Who wanna catch this, code of the street
Templar night and day, real shit for my people Grips, fucker please
