Illmaculate & OnlyOne - Grow Ops lyrics

[Verse 1: Only One] I sold grams, I sold weight I sold Pakistan, I sold Grapes I was smoking OG Kush in '08 When y'all didn't even know the names of your own strain I showed 'em the ins and outs Before motherf**ers knew the difference between ins & outs Never even been in a drought Police officer, is something I don't give a sh** about [Illmaculate] So many reasons to hate 'em it's hard to pick one out Pick 'em out, had the [?] pitting out Stick 'em now we skipping town Stick shift I'm out jurisdiction now Pigs wanna record me And set a sting for me But the judge got a thing for me [Hook: Only One] The more weed to clip, the more grow ops The more police that trip, the more gun shots No finger prints, no mug shot No eye witnesses, no drug charge [Illmaculate] {​x2}​ f** advice, illegal search from info that's pa**ed down (down) Tell the D.A. you love my sh** [Verse 2: Only One] The IRS, a bunch of f**ing low lifes to me I don't know exactly why I really don't like police I been poor my whole life, nah I don't buy my beats I don't ghost write, all the dead rappers ghost write for me Place the seeds of doubt with trees Exchange G's for pounds I really lived on the streets, f** what the streets about Yeah I'm on that [Illmaculate] Regular road trips Rentals that holds whips instead of my own sh** Rap money slow up I'm betting on both flips New money, getting my bread up with old licks My head'll tell me depending on those chicks Percent is the loc split Quit spending and go get, bread Peddling dope, attention is so thick Slept on but won't quit The Feds on my phone...click Head on swivel, feet on pivot Watch the company you keep when you leave home with it Only five over the limit, oh so driven No kidding, windows tinted, my clothes scented From the new flavors we blew major, my suit tailor Move weight and I'm food saver a few favors Salute Tell the D.A. you love my sh** The judge got a thing for me Tell the D.A. you love my sh** [Verse 3: Yukmouth] Go to sleep every night smoking on loud Waking up baking I'm smoking on strong I do the rig and at night the collector I don't fool with pipe and I don't do no bong Sipping Patron, rolling up cones Smoking a whole zip then I get in my zone Get it? A zip is a zone We balling and all of my n***as is on Twisting o.z.'s, one troy boy Them Megatron's go dumb boy Shotgun blow to your lung boy That shatter glow, some dumb goy My blades chop 'em, Bruce Leroy Back in the day was a D-Boy Now I'm growing them trees boy Got 20 lights an O.G. boy Got a hundred clones, that's me boy Grow factory, that's all me My weed man's so salty, I told him "f** off" and don't call me Like Devin The Dude I got Coffee Please tell the Feds to get off me Got a grow card and a med card Pop 2-1-5, so I'm all G I'm all G, Gucci belt Stack of G's, Gucci hat 20 p's, Louie bag Made 'em cash out, Gucci bag Then I skeed off in the newest Jag' Black F tight, yeah the Coupe is back Gotta be shadowed when I do a dab Then I wipe my nail off on a Gucci rag Zilla [Hook]