Lyrics 1,000 Pounds - Bodega Bamz , Trademark Da Skydiver

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!
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'm a 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.
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!