Black Kray – W4RD lyrics

[Intro]
Fuck man
No fucking money, no fucking bitches to chill with
No mofucking gas money, shit
Holes in all my fucking shooters nigga
Holes in all my socks
What the fuck, fuck it, fuck it

[Verse]
Gold tooth cigarillos gotta get my trees up
Copped two more clothes gotta get my steez up
Blowing in the wind breeze 80 dime bags full of white like Alicia Keys
Waking up around 9, see a nigga on the grind
Real Raider type shit
Real creative ass niggas with a foreign type bitch
Coke stains on her lips, from the caine that she licked
Cut another down bitch
10 Spicy [?] is the clique
Rich mob with triple 6, triple 7 coming through
Hiding in the fucking phantom, smoking like a tea kettle
Hopped up out the space shuttle, riding in the other whip
Good ass white bitch, icy ass black bitch
Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips

[Hook]
(Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips)
Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips
(Psychedelic trap shit, shooting camera shots
Black Kray got extended clips)

[Verse 2]
Had to slow it down one time for a bitch
Slow it down 2 times for the hoes with the wrist game
Sell it through the back, switch lanes and shit change
But they do it by my nickname [?]
Skidding bout town, scheming on these dumb hoes
Looking slick up in my clothes
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Niggas used to call me Oreo
Jeans still tight, rock with 2 doves, paid 20 items at the chemist shit
Mix with coke, bitch