Tone Trump - Afghan (G Mix) Lyrics
(Hook x6)Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchieThese real niggaz they love me, these bad *****es wanna ***** meI’ve been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a bossI was grinding, they was hating,That’s why they fell off(Verse)OG in my swisher ,cold in my liverMy first bill 6 figuresBursting bottles with jiggaOG in my swisher ,cold in my liverMy first bill 6 figuresBursting bottles with jiggaWhite rolley go glitterBursting bottles with jiggaWhite rolley go glitterGot these hatin' niggers so bitterAt you niggers like twitterSnowman my niggers(Verse)Straight 8 in my pocket,benoy ring on some big shitPhillie way white cup,got Cass and Chris on the G mixMake a million talking in street shitReal ham like T shitWake up on that we stream,pissed the world on G streetBad *****es love me,them real niggers rivingWe 100 thief,we mobbin'My young bulls getting rockingCiroc all in my white cup***** all in my black trucksWest side we gettin' hereWish these niggers would act up(Hook)Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchieThese real niggaz they love me, these bad *****es wanna ***** meI’ve been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a bossI was grinding, they was hating,That’s why they fell off(Verse x2)Smoke that purple gorilla,OT at that killaTone Trump now that's my niggaThem dope dealers on twitterShawty love me when I'm with herGot the 2 pop and the shitterAnd she heard I had a sisterMother*****ers get the ***** upI'm selling big bricksThey sell little webblesJeez wiz I get cheese like eskie bubblesMy phillie hat, they got my dome redI'm an OG go ask you own headSmoke that purple gorilla,OT at that killaTone Trump now that's my niggaThem dope dealers on twitterShawty love me when I'm with herGot the 2 pop and the shitterAnd she heard I had a sisterMother*****ers get the ***** upI'm selling big bricksThey sell little webblesJeez wiz I get cheese like eskie bubblesMy phillie hat, they got my dome redI'm an OG go ask you own headI lost alot of weight,Fat JoeBut I ain't talking body weightI'm talking coke hoeAct about me ,my hood card is double platinumMr. Shooter, A.K.A I make it happen(Hook)Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchieThese real niggaz they love me, these bad *****es wanna ***** meI’ve been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a bossI was grinding, they was hating,That’s why they fell off(Verse)44 automatic ,sour my aeromatics*****in' coke while I plan thisAll you niggers choke off that bamboGot that digi set on my fabricAnd they single appeal I gotta have itGot a black four parallel changeBrown won't start,won't be not static niggaNigga what,give a *****,nigga act too big hit 'em upPut 'em down back at the cemeteryThere take a low beat downThe preliminary lawyer wanna popAnd one of the bad juries wanna *****Gotta keep a nigga out in the streetsPhillie try to eat a nigga upWest side with Tone Trump,Old sparks, fast grasp, Pete BrownShot Patrone in G townWing a hockey and be seat downMother*****ers beat downMother*****er feet downHad to put the *****er beast downPut the mic down ,it's on syke now(Hook)Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchieThese real niggaz they love me, these bad *****es wanna ***** meI’ve been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a bossI was grinding, they was hating,That’s why they fell off(Verse)My eyes trip from that cat pissI stash some green in that mattressPut you been with that ratchetYou and your kids could get in that casketI get real when I crack flip'Cause I'm a drug sellerBucket helm on this rap shitDon't put all your red in one basketI'm hollow heads in that ratchetSplit your head if I clap itNo infrared but I'ma hit your headWhen I split a leg 'cause I'm accurateI clap it and you shotI shoot you up like flu shotsI slaughter y'all of that audemarsYet you rap for that huge lifeRest in peace to the true popThese dudes tryin' to be the new popLike they are,but ain't allTook four more shots than 2pacFill my cup up I'm drunkBut I'm on the roller skunk upWest side get change big chainThat plack on my back on orange stuffGet beat down if you jump outGet aired out you get pump upGet your ass brushed you get gassed upDon't make me open the trunk upYour wife is on trump upLike what's up with the wassupAnd he was like your less winSay this shit with your chest trimmed(Hook x2)Straight 8 in my pocket, afghan in my dutchieThese real niggaz they love me, these bad *****es wanna ***** meI’ve been mobbin in my loaf, smoking like a bossI was grinding, they was hating,That’s why they fell off
