Giallo Point - Cigarellos lyrics

[Talking] What up my man Giallo Point UK to Toronto Brown Bag Money Daniel Son, motherf**as Yo And I'm out for the dollar bills What up [Verse 1 - Daniel Son] Yo I give a f** how it look Quick to leave a coward shook Judge threw the book But I dodged that sh** Spread the illness Guarantee you caught that sh** A fresh Ralph, had to cop that quick Make a trip to the corner store Gotta get a 9 dollar pack (asap!) Backwoods rolled precise, yo roger that 40 oz of malt liquor when I roll through the habitat Take a hit off the Captain Black's Spark up the bleez Ladies asking where I get my trees Swear they undercover police, no speech I keep it moving, spend my time listening Plotting, million dollar scheme envisioning I break down the kush Roll it in the cigarello And sip on the Rolling Rock like Ralph Cifaretto My side chick rock the 6 inch stiletto's I been a rebel since the get-go Yo [Hook x2 - Skuddy Ranks] Real top shotta ting Guns have to squeeze Empty the magazine on the battlefield Hustle till we have a meal from them try figure out Say brown bag money stand alone [Verse 2 - Daniel Son] I bend a corner in a European Serve the dope out the Beamer with a senorita They hit they veins, tryin to get the feeling As long there's pain there's gonna be drug dealing Drop anybody that roll with em Cook up they flat Roaches in the air, they survive off the scraps Found em in the old ends You can see me too I'm eatin food got no time for rodents But you know I'm tryin to count up the cheese All my enemies gonna fall like they Autumn leaves Roaches got kids they tryin' to feed So I gotta make this money Committing these robberies [Hook x2 - Skuddy Ranks] Real top shotta ting Guns have to squeeze Empty the magazine on the battlefield Hustle till we have a meal from them try figure out Say brown bag money stand alone