Holster ft. Fpc Buddhaman Lyrics

Still posted on that 8 block with them drums, a lot of guns

Money comin' in, fell in love with funds

All this motion, I just do that one shit just for fun

All this dank mob coming in, filling up my lungs

It's all love for the gang, if it's smoke, drop yo nuts

Got some shit that hold a hundred rounds, bigger than a bus

A hundred plus, last nigga will tell you better not fuck with us

We roll him up, break him down to dust, smoke him like a dutch

I'm fucked up, off this drink, got me leanin' now I'm slushed

All this money comin' in, got me feelin like I'm up

But I aint' done runnin' up the bucks till I get enough

She tryna fuck, tryna catch a nut, I'm all in her guts

I'm fucked up off this drink, got me leanin' now I'm slushed

All this money comin' in, got me feelin' like I'm up

But I ain't done runnin' up the bucks till I get enough

She tryna fuck, tryna catch a nut I'm all in her guts

I like her butt, might take her out to lunch, but I just want a hunch

Make her set a nigga up, we roll him up, he in the blunt

He gone be a crash dummy if he try to pull a stunt

We got weed and lean and p's just because

Nigga, everything sticky, ain't no seeds in the buds

Pay them fees before you leave, before you bleed bout the funds

I got niggas that's with me that make you bleed just for fun

We got sacks of the racks, so we get t'd with the ones

Buy that hoe a burger, I get t'd with the buns

Police jump behind me, I'ma speed till they gone

We can't wreck the renty, we gon' flee in a foreign

Then we switch it up and ride around in a Toyota

Cause when we hit this block, we need a different type of motor

We tryna keep it quiet when we slide, ridin' slower

He think I'm DT, when he see me, I pull him over

Big 40 Glock, 50 round, no holster

When we hit this block, we need a different type of motor

We tryna keep it quiet when we slide, ridin' slower

He think I'm DT, when he see me, I pull him over

Big 40 Glock, 50 round, no holster