Who Got Guns? ft. Trench & Tra XIII Lyrics

Got me a quarter boutta roll an eighth up

Took a whole hour just to smoke the blunt

Sticky ass weed that's wassup

Chillin' at the house high as fuck

Ain't nobody in the room high as me

All by myself but I'm seeing 3's

All em' say you wanna be like me

Michael Jordan Jackson Tyson

All em' say you wanna be like me

Top of the game and everything

All em' say you wanna be like me

This IcE TrEy and Trench I'm Tra Murphy

I can break it down just a little bit

Or whole lot

I can settle counting couple Pennie's

But ima get a whole knot

We was cutting Molly with the meth selling little hits

In yo hick town ride around just a little bit

Ridiculous how we flipped the scripts inconspicuous

And no there ain't no end to this

Don't bring your kids around me I'm the opposite of censorship

Customers in an out you would think it was the dealership

Niggas tripping if you head ain't bopping when you hearing this

Scared to shout us out because they know we got the illest clips

Lil bitch

Sick so I'm back with a passion again

Call all your friends say he snapping again

Why would I lack I got actual hits

I got a stack and I'm cashing it in

Y'all wanna act like we don't even rap

But we better than goofies I see on the snap

Oscar the grouch y'all in the trash

I want amounts and a whole lotta ass

So much ass at the party that I couldn't get a grasp

Real gold on my neck you got brass take it back

Talkin gang but when you in face can't take it back

Disrespect the Mob Dolla Krew you can get smacked

Put me in the ghost or the BM coupe

Peanut butter seats while we jam our tunes

Out with the dawgs and we all go roof

Pushing whips hard make the car go zoom

Pull up tick tick when I hit the spot it go boom

My white boy got 'em off the planet selling shrooms

You a fool thinking that you finna rob my dudes

Caught 'em lackin' weave his pussy ass up he a loom

I was on a leash but now they cut him on the loose

fuckin it all up and now they looking like some fools

Get you with this ratchet have you looking like a tool

Hands you could catch 'em we'll give 'em right to ya

Got me a quarter boutta roll an eighth up

Took a whole hour just to smoke the blunt

Sticky ass weed that's wassup

Chillin' at the house high as fuck

Ain't nobody in the room high as me

All by myself but I'm seeing 3's

All 'em say you wanna be like me

Michael Jordan Jackson Tyson

All 'em say you wanna be like me

Top of the game and everything

All 'em say you wanna be like me

This IcE TrEy and Trench I'm Tra Murphy