Lil Tracy - 2002 lyrics

[Intro] Aye bruh, call up the weed man bruh Call up the kush, man Yeah man, call that n***a' bruh Oh you finna' come through, you finna' drop off the kush? Alright, alright Fasho' [Verse] I just copped some f**in' dro, finna' pull up to the sto' Dressed in all black, like a mo' f**in' crow n***as starin' at me, man what's the issue, folk? I'm trynna' cop a dutch and smoke with the bros I don't got that Glock, same color as a clit I cop the dutch pack, and I hop in the whip Bumpin' Baby Sun, and we skrrt off quick Got the window down b**h, Lil Tracy sh** Pull up to the crib, hop out like a pimp Close the damn do', damn right I lock the sh** I know these broke n***as out here plottin' sh** Sell a damn rock n***a, stop robbin' sh** Walk in the crib, n***as all be smokin' sh** n***a match up, n***a let me get a hit Roll my dutch up, and it's fruity like my b**h Take three hits, I'm ‘bout high as a cliff Take another hit, then I pa** to my kin Samsung ringtone, got a text from my b**h She said, “Lil Tracy what'chu doin' ‘round 6?” b**h, I'm smoking weed, come through with yo' friends She said, “Hell nah, come through by yo' self!” I hit the damn dutch and I thought to myself: Last time shawty started grabbin' on my belt Lil Tracy all up in the box like mail s** my damn dick, like he ain't do sh** If shawty clean put the tongue on the clit I'm a real n***a b**h it is what it is Grab her by the neck, shawty said she like the sh** [Outro] Oh, woah... Woah! God damn, n***a Woah These hoes is crazy, bro I'm so serious Aye man, I think I'm Lil B brah I literally violated the b**h