Thugs bangin' in low whips
who blow sniff, they drug slangin' for yo fix.
It's so slick, yo nose drip, ya stuck payin' for those hits.
When ya lucks hanging it goes quick,
cause it's stuck shaken in closed grip.
To trust Satan's a close risk
ya love's fading & hope's ditched,
from rough waiting where most quit.
Thugs bangin' in low whips
who blow sniff, they drug slangin' for yo fix.
It's so slick, yo nose drip, ya stuck payin' for those hits.
When ya lucks hanging it goes quick,
cause it's stuck shaken in closed grip.
To trust Satan's a close risk
ya love's fading & hope's ditched,
from rough waiting where most quit.