King Lil G, Self Provoked, La Gun Smoke — Weed 4 the Low

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Ya, I slide through in that benzo
«All white»
Everybody knows when its official
My clic tatted up
Hoes be attacting up
Bitch get ahold of my pistol
I deicate it to the rival
Ain’t no tellin’ what I might do
This the kind of shit I like to vibe too
Smoke weed if you like too
I’m west coastin’ til I’m over dosin’
Smokin’ the poition I hold in my lungs
Bitches gettin my undivided attention
Did I metion that they feelin’ me like the bass on the trunk?
Blue bandana even tho I’m cold blooded
Self-provoked is my L.A. cousin
My click stay buzzin’
Ra-Ta-Ta-Ta
Norturious man I’m ready to die
Tinfy she don’t fuck with me
To Alex says she’s in love with me
AK47 company
We came from nothin’ to luxury
Like taaaaa…

I got the weed 4 the low
I get the weed 4 the low
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low
I got the weed 4 the low
I get the weed 4 the low

Come fuck with me on the low, Come fuck with me on the low

You got a gun you ain’t usin it?
Why the fuck you act like your shootin shit
You ain’t got no pugz, you ain’t movin bricks
I made my point, you aint moving shit
Fuck you know bout a prison trim?
I lived and learned it
Fuck what you heard bout prison murders
Fuck what you heard bout my clic, we murdas
AK47 Boy pack a burner
Where the fuck you from?
I probably know all your big homies
I’ll give you a number to contact, you call it, and see if they know me.
I’m smokin’ that killa, I’m selling that killa
I’m gettin that shit by the oz

You thinkin you fuck the police
Fu why you frontin boii? You ain’t no killa

I got the weed 4 the low
I get the weed 4 the low
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low

I get the weed 4 the low
I get the weed 4 the low
Come fuck with me on the low, come fuck with me on the low

Born on the mother fucking Westside
Where they gang bang and the got the pretty model chicks with the boobs and the thick thighs
Alright, lets write, late night, no law, we delay time (we delay time)
Catch flights, no breaks, jetlag
Bitch you know that I take mine (you know that I take mine)
Yo
We on Loe my moneys average
Means if I cash that right that means I can trust in you
But if you tell me lies then I’m contrick you
To the same old thing that could of ended you
Tell the rate no beytral, freal, temper, and I ain’t real center
I remain with the same crew
Vetnom shoot through veins when I’m on the same page on the side stackin for the whole army
Two sounds of tone
I’m a Angel
With a devilish grin
Let me tell you a little something about the message I give