Boaz - Terminator lyrics

rate me

Created a monster. Wuddup sky?

Won’t be the hustler that is

Yo beeks, my lyrics

Do we smoke baby?

I mean we in form right now

What should I do?

Yo! I put that weed in the air

It get my mojo flowin’

Lookin’ clean in this purple label, no logo showin’

Flee the new night by, still wait my dope keep growin’

Shorty comin’ off the air, I tell that ho keep blowin’

Look niggas in my hood still sellin’ coke out of plastic

The weed too strong, we blow the smoke out in passes

Arm hanging out the window flickin’ the ashes

We got guns in the closets, we got bricks in the stashes

Every day I’m hustlin’ but don’t you call me Griffy

This is kinda fraudulous so don’t you stall it sticky

Game tight, I can make a whole team cough up vickies

Quicker than she put em on, think I poke her off of Micky

Turn me up loud, gotta make my momma proud

Check out the shoes, they off the back of a crocodile

Cool as a fan (fan), clean as a whistle (whistle)

Ridin’ dirty through the hoes, the weed and the pistols

You know the routine when they get hoy on the block

Cops been out here all day, somebody got shot

I just stay here in the kitchen and lock up the pots

Cuz you ain’t do me no favor with the hots in the cut

I need a bigger car, I need a bigger house

When it get cold up north gon fly my nigga south

I need that money to keep to keep flowin’ in big amounts

Every day mathematics, the problem never figured out

I just keep addin’ up, them dollars keep addin’ up

Catch me on the ave with the homies and we hammered up

Van dammit up, gettin’ that cabbage up

Extended the Glocks, put the commanders up

Guerilla warfare and I saw here

When I talk got the 4-5 in the mall clear

Summer time, got the mac under the lawn chair

Point blank we go hard, we do this all year