Текст песни reggie helms - Stone Cold Jzzle

Rolling round in my city
Bg in a hot car
Praying to the good lord that old shit don't catch up
Praying to the good lord that these niggas shhh shhh
*beep* *beep* gimme 12
I'ma demon I'ma give hell
Grabba full of zaza
You from out of town huh?
Jzzle put it down huh
Selling shit like pop rocks
My diamonds playing hopscotch
Bank account titty bop
All these goes top notch
Strictly poles no blocks
I been stuck on demon time
In the cold with my heater out
Tryna put my niggas on but they still in the city
Like
I'm selling bows to anybody
I invite her over she gone milly rock
I'll fuck yo hoe if you Zelle me a thousand
I don't just fuck on anybody
Bend dat shit over and twerk a lil something
Sending out all of the packs in the mail
Take your shoes off and get comfortable shawty
I don't weigh none of the pack on a scale
I'm taking you and your friend to my lair
N-A-T-U-R-A-L
My pockets fat need a BBL
I'm breaking the law and ain't going to jail
And I'm going too hard I'm ignoring the help
Drinking a blunt and smoking a beer
Losing my top and talk to myself
Oh where he at? I'm bouta kill em
Throw that shit back I'm bouta kill it
If I'm in there BG in the building
If I catch a case you know I'ma whip it
If I catch a case you know I'ma whip it
Nigga
Meet Joe Black
That's me
I'ma let the music talk, nigga
Yeah