Stockton Songtext
von Acito
Stockton Songtext
Look
I, I heard them suckas cooking up, well they gon′ die together
Yeah, I be fucking with them Glocks, but I like barettas
First trip I ever took was with a Smith though
That boy was speaking in the M, caught a slit throat
Ain' nobody in my drill ′cause I don't miss bro
Then I pull up to your block and take a piss, ho
Barrel still smoking, caught him in the open
Singing me a kill 'cause I know them suckas wolfing
Pull up to the show once my niggas get to topping
Powder in the head, I know you smell it ′cause it′s pokey
Drop the whole hunnid, I ain't leaving nothing less
Opposition want the smokin′ but it don't relieve the stress
Pull my drill out, then slam it, I only wanna do a stretch
You better keep up with them hammers, you′ll never know next, huh
We can box but I don't guarantee my brother will
You just want a picture with them niggas, you a sucka still
Give a fuck ′bout where you from, this my brother drill
Run the thumb, keep your gun, I'm popping like a pill
ThIs nigga sly, catch him slipping, he will suffer again
And it won't be because he′s scared, it′s because he can
Can't be tweaking, crazy bitch, we goin′ on a ramp
And gotta do no further looking, catch me in the land
I, I heard them suckas cooking up, well they gon′ die together
Yeah, I be fucking with them Glocks, but I like barettas
First trip I ever took was with a Smith though
That boy was speaking in the M, caught a slit throat
Ain' nobody in my drill ′cause I don't miss bro
Then I pull up to your block and take a piss, ho
Barrel still smoking, caught him in the open
Singing me a kill 'cause I know them suckas wolfing
Pull up to the show once my niggas get to topping
Powder in the head, I know you smell it ′cause it′s pokey
Drop the whole hunnid, I ain't leaving nothing less
Opposition want the smokin′ but it don't relieve the stress
Pull my drill out, then slam it, I only wanna do a stretch
You better keep up with them hammers, you′ll never know next, huh
We can box but I don't guarantee my brother will
You just want a picture with them niggas, you a sucka still
Give a fuck ′bout where you from, this my brother drill
Run the thumb, keep your gun, I'm popping like a pill
ThIs nigga sly, catch him slipping, he will suffer again
And it won't be because he′s scared, it′s because he can
Can't be tweaking, crazy bitch, we goin′ on a ramp
And gotta do no further looking, catch me in the land
Writer(s): Acito Acito, John Philippou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com