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  • Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Verse 1: Ramirez
    Pull up to your mammy house
    I put yo family straight to sleep
    Riding with the duster by my side
    I'm about to sweep the streets
    Tell them hoes I stole this murder when I hit they ******' town
    Tato tip all on that ***** so they don't make no sound
    It's the Grey 59, step inside the Columbine
    Where you witness your demise
    And this throne will still be mine
    Grey Gorilla Mac 9, make your heart flat line
    Speaking bout my ******g clique
    Buckle up and throw down
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Verse 2: Fat Nick
    Oh sh1t, here we go
    These percs and xans, I'm feelin' low
    We skrrt the Porsche, the engine blow
    I been too rich, now watch me glow
    Draco twitch now, watch me empty out a clip
    Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I'll hit yo sh1t
    VVS my neck, jeweled out too, my wrist
    Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid
    Flexin' in a brick
    I got too much on me, that's why your b1tch, she want me
    Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Verse 3: Ramirez
    Watchin' for the police cause they always tryna catch me mane
    A 2-11 in progress, I'm bout to rob this sucka out his sh1t
    Tie him up and tape his mouth
    Tell this b1tch don't make no sound
    Throw that busta in the trunk
    'Bout to take him Hellbound
    Out the grave, you can't kill what's dead
    I like my room bloody red
    My souvenir, this sucka head
    And in the water is where he dread
    Tearin' up the hot lead
    I like the shotty cus its' spread
    ******' with the killa, promise by the end, you'll be dead
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
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    [00:02.80]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
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    [00:08.73]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [00:11.86]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [00:14.77]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [00:17.85]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [00:20.81]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [00:24.02]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [00:26.88]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [00:29.95]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [00:32.96]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [00:34.38]Verse 1: Ramirez
    [00:35.41]Pull up to your mammy house
    [00:36.88]I put yo family straight to sleep
    [00:38.51]Riding with the duster by my side
    [00:40.39]I'm about to sweep the streets
    [00:41.67]Tell them hoes I stole this murder when I hit they ******' town
    [00:44.58]Tato tip all on that ***** so they don't make no sound
    [00:47.94]It's the Grey 59, step inside the Columbine
    [00:51.05]Where you witness your demise
    [00:52.38]And this throne will still be mine
    [00:54.06]Grey Gorilla Mac 9, make your heart flat line
    [00:57.11]Speaking bout my ******g clique
    [00:58.63]Buckle up and throw down
    [01:00.38]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [01:03.49]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [01:06.53]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [01:09.49]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [01:11.79]Verse 2: Fat Nick
    [01:12.62]Oh sh1t, here we go
    [01:14.02]These percs and xans, I'm feelin' low
    [01:15.59]We skrrt the Porsche, the engine blow
    [01:17.07]I been too rich, now watch me glow
    [01:18.93]Draco twitch now, watch me empty out a clip
    [01:22.00]Shoot, shoot, shoot, bet your luck I'll hit yo sh1t
    [01:25.13]VVS my neck, jeweled out too, my wrist
    [01:27.99]Where the hunnid, hunnid, hunnid
    [01:29.71]Flexin' in a brick
    [01:31.14]I got too much on me, that's why your b1tch, she want me
    [01:34.15]Iced out, all gold, hear the boy froze
    [01:36.91]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [01:39.90]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [01:42.95]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [01:46.00]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [01:47.33]Verse 3: Ramirez
    [01:48.34]Watchin' for the police cause they always tryna catch me mane
    [01:51.27]A 2-11 in progress, I'm bout to rob this sucka out his sh1t
    [01:54.87]Tie him up and tape his mouth
    [01:56.36]Tell this b1tch don't make no sound
    [01:57.79]Throw that busta in the trunk
    [01:59.38]'Bout to take him Hellbound
    [02:00.85]Out the grave, you can't kill what's dead
    [02:02.69]I like my room bloody red
    [02:04.16]My souvenir, this sucka head
    [02:05.80]And in the water is where he dread
    [02:07.32]Tearin' up the hot lead
    [02:08.76]I like the shotty cus its' spread
    [02:10.35]******' with the killa, promise by the end, you'll be dead
    [02:13.43]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [02:16.35]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips
    [02:19.38]Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip
    [02:22.34]Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips