Mark Gasol ft. RonneyMo Lyrics

Yo I say blunt got me so far gone young money drizzy drake

Just rolled up a game i ain't talking bout no silly prank

Ya day one's can change on you like what's up in piggy banks

Ya bitch think I'm hot dog I gave ya deer sincerely frank

Niggas at the top yeah a spot told 'em hold me one

Never wanna give a king props bitch I'm the chosen one

0 to 1 I'm down one game means only rolled me one

Perfect chick I'm mad that never existed like Kobe son

Hard all I know to ball

If a nigga pussy he can't get no dap at all

I can't give no pow to no mark that's Gasol

This a van pack my shit loud off the wall

Uh yeah

I'm nasty with it

Its art how I put in work I'm crafty with it

If it's to me make sure it's to me make sure you at me with it

Bitches choosing yeah they picking me yeah I'm nappy with it

Smoke my own blunts don't wanna match bitch I'm Tacky with it

Just because you got that shit now don't mean you lasting with it

Bitches just give me that twat ain't gotta ask to get it

Shorty rode me like a boss she manages to override

Too dedicated I do not fit with 'em got Overdrive

You know the vibes Omaha

Had to change that play up

When u get it spend like 10% the rest you save up

I will never ride no nigga's wave don't want no fade cut

3 strands in the blunt something like you twist a braid up

Aye let me see that lighter T

Saint

Let me get right

They soft spoken they ain't speaking up

I gotta keep it tuck

It's Biscayne the streets heating up yeah

40 on me like I'm sweeping up

I'm from a place where certain colors get you beaten up

Beating us shit it's no way that ya team enough

I got the whole scouting report and you don't scheme enough

I pull up on ya bitch I heard her throat was deep as fuck

I contradict her hold her head down but tell her keep it up

These copper-field niggas getting tricky

They tipsy

Jack Dan cats feeling whiskey

Spent a house on a Richard Millie

I'm popping niggas on the road just like willy nilly

Buck 50

Buck 50

I been waiting on these niggas to fuck with me

I'm never lacking got a Mac in the truck with me

Told my haters Im up you Niggas is stuck with me

I got a thousand bars here's a thousand one

The way I use my words is intentional it's not a pun

I'll give ya round a bout so we could settle this without a gun

You getting beat 100 straights and I ain't talking drum

Back on block but I'm joker how I pass rock

Move very patient but you never seen the stats drop

I know niggas shooting on the block and the blacktop

Talking on the court get you folded like a laptop stupid nigga