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Featuring Ar Ab (Hook) I wanna say thanks to my pot Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot I wanna say thanks to my Glock And RIP to the niggas that I shot I wanna give thanks to my block Still fuck put the money in the stocks It’s 33 shots in them all We screaming fuck you to the cops (Verse 1) First of all, I wanna thank God and my pot Hold up, ain't money can call up for this pot I smoke this, I smoke niggas, they deserve to get shot I don’t start shit, I depart shit, they deserve what they got They deserve to get rot, Rock deserved to get chop Put a right skate on an ice plate, I’m eating well of this block Fat boy with this stacks, Troy, actor is a mad coil Ask me and I don’t fuck with you, I fuck with bitches that fuck with you And lead me to your whereabouts, I creep through and I air you out Ghost points are hard to ripple, threw his neck just goes with it Y'all think this a damn song but it’s real life, I’m hands on Other niggas ain’t of it, they rap about it, I does it I’m selling coke in the public ,out of town meet me out public Letras de cancionesIn a frozen hour that frozen fish, hand shake for my frozen wrist Cool swag for a dope man, cold heart that don’t change Fur on, my bird’s gone, I’m Brooklyn’s new cocaine powder (Hook) I wanna say thanks to my pot Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot I wanna say thanks to my Glock And RIP to the niggas that I shot I wanna give thanks to my block Still fuck put the money in the stocks It’s 33 shots in them all We screaming fuck you to the cops (Verse 2) I wanna say thanks to my pow racks That baking soda helped me with the progress I may fit to your axe in the projects The hood still talking about my rep I done shot niggas over truck teams ‘Cause niggas didn’t see her when her looks came I talk money, niggas run game Where I’m from they only respecting the gun game Remember when I used to drive a Regal Now I’m paying for your rights for an Eagle It’s 8 big bullets in this Eagle, It’s leaving niggas curled up in the field I carry a topple like a handgun I hear your baby mama pay your ransom The coke and the pot and it’s dancing I hope all your kids catch cancer (Hook) I wanna say thanks to my pot Now is Benjamin Franks in my lot I wanna say thanks to my Glock And RIP to the niggas that I shot I wanna give thanks to my block Still fuck put the money in the stocks It’s 33 shots in them all We screaming fuck you to the cops From Letras Mania