Termanology, Freeway, Sheek Louch - Drugs, Crime & Gorillaz lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Termanology, Freeway, Sheek Louch - Drugs, Crime & Gorillaz lyrics]
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
In the back of the 'Lac
Duffle bag in the trunk
Dog, you full of shit
And I'm not full of shit
Couple clips, 2 blunts of haze
2 4 fifths with no tints, right
Let me take you on a ride, where thugs
Run and supply
For big chips, like, get nots
And bring m to Nots
A monster, I copped, then I chopped
The profet, I boxed it
On blocks that I conquered
And stocks that I I done give to them blocks
Them convicts will pop it, every morning
Don't stop it
That watch on your arm, should be gone
Cause them cops
See you goin to them blocks, seen it all
But they not singin your songs
From Comptin to Queens
Them cops give you warrents
For watchin them corners, so watch for me
Flawliss
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
You got drugs, and all these thugs
And all these slugs
Hoppin outside these clubs, fuck that
I got heat for m
Grippin the bottle and the bag
Keep the bottle in the bag
Throttlin the bag, hopped out
And barbicued the fag so sad, big man
I'm a criminal, homie, and I done
Fight some bitches, no sibliminal, homie
Parked the whip, flip my phone, light my bong
I know it's earli, but crack the Patroan
It's on silverbakc gorilla, white T
Bitches on my dick
Leave the club, 3 bitches in the whip
In this game, I'm like Waid
Stackin up them chips
Banna clip, AK, taped up shit
I told you we spray rounds
I'll kill you with it
Ridin with Termanology
My philosophy is murder
And all that other shit, you never heard of
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
You can put the moon in my left hand
The sun in my right
And I still won't be done with the mic
Whippin with Mike, catchin a tool
In his left hand, breakin his right
Cake whipper, they thinkin the same way
But my brain's different
Look, bitch, it's the same way
Except my chain's bigger more paper to play
When we can move the plannet
Take care of the dammage, I'm doin the damage
I'm causin the panic, your boy is expanding
From Cali to Florida, I rush your body
My body's more than ya at lantic to Pasific
The Atlantic would be Pasific
I'm hittin Atlanta
And I'm landin in the middle
Then it's back to Philly, where it's chilly
Nigga
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
In the back of the 'Lac
Duffle bag in the trunk
Dog, you full of shit
And I'm not full of shit
Couple clips, 2 blunts of haze
2 4 fifths with no tints, right
Let me take you on a ride, where thugs
Run and supply
For big chips, like, get nots
And bring m to Nots
A monster, I copped, then I chopped
The profet, I boxed it
On blocks that I conquered
And stocks that I I done give to them blocks
Them convicts will pop it, every morning
Don't stop it
That watch on your arm, should be gone
Cause them cops
See you goin to them blocks, seen it all
But they not singin your songs
From Comptin to Queens
Them cops give you warrents
For watchin them corners, so watch for me
Flawliss
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
You got drugs, and all these thugs
And all these slugs
Hoppin outside these clubs, fuck that
I got heat for m
Grippin the bottle and the bag
Keep the bottle in the bag
Throttlin the bag, hopped out
And barbicued the fag so sad, big man
I'm a criminal, homie, and I done
Fight some bitches, no sibliminal, homie
Parked the whip, flip my phone, light my bong
I know it's earli, but crack the Patroan
It's on silverbakc gorilla, white T
Bitches on my dick
Leave the club, 3 bitches in the whip
In this game, I'm like Waid
Stackin up them chips
Banna clip, AK, taped up shit
I told you we spray rounds
I'll kill you with it
Ridin with Termanology
My philosophy is murder
And all that other shit, you never heard of
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas
You can put the moon in my left hand
The sun in my right
And I still won't be done with the mic
Whippin with Mike, catchin a tool
In his left hand, breakin his right
Cake whipper, they thinkin the same way
But my brain's different
Look, bitch, it's the same way
Except my chain's bigger more paper to play
When we can move the plannet
Take care of the dammage, I'm doin the damage
I'm causin the panic, your boy is expanding
From Cali to Florida, I rush your body
My body's more than ya at lantic to Pasific
The Atlantic would be Pasific
I'm hittin Atlanta
And I'm landin in the middle
Then it's back to Philly, where it's chilly
Nigga
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime and gorillas
You got drugs, crime, gorillas