Activities 2 - Mozzy, Iamsu!, June

Codeine on rocks, most definitely when I’m tired

The substances we steal with all of that

My low got killers inside of it

40 with 30 inside of it

Got a rubber handle and a beam on it

You know it got all of the condiments

My low got killers inside of it

40 with 30 inside of it

Got a rubber handle and a beam on it

You know it got all of the condiments

You know I’m with all of the substances

They must know who they fuckin' with

He was 16 when he lost his life

They must not know that it come with this

They must not know she gon' run it in

They must not know she a hooker

They must not know that my block boom

They must not know I’m a pusher

My brother on level 4 right now

He got shank on it right now

I wish I could bring him home right now

They gave him one day till them lights out

My brother on level 4 right now

He got shank on it right now

I wish I could bring him home right now

They gave him one day till them lights out

Roll up then pour up a five ounce

Sip till I slip in the coma

I’m in H-Town with this Cali lamb

These niggas gon' trip on this soda

I said, roll up then pour up a five ounce

Sip till I slip in the coma

I’m in H-Town with this Cali lamb

These niggas gon' trip on that order

I can’t let you kiss on me son

I just can’t let you kiss on the soda

I can’t let you kiss on the soda

I can’t let you kiss on the soda

Sent the bitch to Minnesota

Got a bitch in my Fendi bending over

She told me she fuck with my partner

She told me to watch him cause he’s over

I said, sent the bitch to Minnesota

Got a bitch in my Fendi bending over

She told me she fuck with my partner

She told me to watch him cause he’s over

Gucci buckle for the holster

I promise to God I’m a stoner

She said she pregnant by mine’s?

I promise to God I don’t know her

Don’t look or get caught in the open

Cause nigga get smoked, just ask the Obamas

Don’t look or get caught in the open

Cause nigga get smoked, just ask the Obamas

I swear to God they ain’t want it

Girl, I swear to God they ain’t want it

Niggas swear to God they ain’t want it

I swear to God they ain’t want it

Finna book a flight to California

Over 10 bands in my luggage

I just be thumbin' through hundred

These niggas ain’t playin' with no ducket

Finna book a flight to California

It’s over 10 bands in my luggage

I just be thumbin' through hundred

These niggas ain’t playin' with no duckets

I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'

For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'

I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'

For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'

It’s hail gang like a motherfucker

Hail gang like a motherfucker

Hail gang like a motherfucker

I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'

For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'

I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'

For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'

It’s hail gang like a motherfucker

Hail gang like a motherfucker

Hail gang like a motherfucker

I’m purchasin' pistols and buckin'

For all my lil niggas to kill you for nothin'

Huh, easy mother nigga like a lay-up