TRADEMARK DA SKYDIVER

TRADEMARK DA SKYDIVER - 1000 Pounds lyrics

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[Intro:]

You’re now listening to a “1000 Pounds”

Featuring with my homie Bodega Bamz…

Bitch, I’m in it to win it,

Salute me like a lieutenant!

Rolling stoned then a candy Kush

Clouds blur my vision!

I can’t see you laying niggas out of sight, of mind

Check your watch, lil homie

Oh man, it’s just my time!

I go deep on any D, rest in peace, second line

If you just here run by me,

Catch up, you fall behind!

Do my thing in this bitch, represent the East Side

Going OG, while I creep in the G line!

Moving slowly down the street, grow up, the peace sign

Turn my younglings on the block trying to eat of mixing dimes.

Plan to honor with the glass, come up shortly…

Need by willing, need by drama, they ain’t looking, nothing slack

If you wanna set tripping, this gonna be a homicide

If you ain’t about that life, then it’s best to stay inside!

Nigga, let’s ride, nigga let’s ride

Roll in Kush, put it to the fire

Inhale, exhale, let’s get high

Let’s get this money, we’ll never die!

Hook:

Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit

Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought

What you see is what you get

Cruising up and down the street,

Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!

Higher than a 1000 pounds,

Nigga, I stay on my shit!

Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit

Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought

What you see is what you get

Cruising up and down the street,

Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!

Higher than a 1000 pounds,

Nigga, I stay on my shit!

Yo, the… I keep up my bandz

This for my pictures when I fuck, I’m pressing only hits

They put the trigger on the clip, and even though I’m that nigga

I’m trading drug dealers when I’m only shitter

I’m paranoid, two dozen niggas on my catalogue

Till my bitch went good like Lara Craft

I could deliver the pricket, you’re out a couple yards

I’m just a dealer, all eyes to rap songs!

Twenty-four our grinds if I’m in the showers

Get my… gotta blow up like the towers

Fucking cowards, every sixteen sour

I wanna get it maybe inside…

Maybe I’ll die tomorrow, but I’mma live today

I’m just a little giant, …

I’m just a young poppy with a old face

My flow genuine like the back so late

You can’t shake the unshakable

Fade the unfadable, play the unplayable

Puerto Rican woman… that’s my blood line

.. where I confess

Used to sell drugs when that project bitch

Used to dug this on the project fence

Had to be low like the projects…

You clearly don’t have a clue about project sense!

Embarrass name French,

Connections will get you…

Like talking about that bitch!

My partners will still lynch

You’re talking ambition

Living that life that I had your wife missing

for really the East Side like they…

Fiends stay alive like I give them free traps

Fiends bitter lines just to…

Black knives, black gloves like the old OG trial.

Hook:

Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit

Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought

What you see is what you get

Cruising up and down the street,

Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!

Higher than a 1000 pounds,

Nigga, I stay on my shit!

Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit

Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought

What you see is what you get

Cruising up and down the street,

Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed!

Higher than a 1000 pounds,

Nigga, I stay on my shit!

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