BlueSkies&AutomaticWeapons

Rolling down the block, rolling up a blunt

Hand up on my firearm, 'cause you never know

It's 1991, two 12's up in the truck

We ride and see the tire marks swerving while we're pouring up

They love when I hit the switch and get it jumping

Palm trees swinging while we're watching the sunset

Why you looking from afar? Baby girl, stop fronting

Come kick it with the Macs, sit back, and smoke something

Sipping, pouring, tanqueray toasting

Take me back to the nights that I focused

On the hustle, the grind, it don't stop

10 mil in my face, still I never wear pop

Get dropped talking down on the SESH boys, you're done, bitch

Body in the river, water filling your lungs quick

Goodnight and good luck to you and yours

Hundred spokes poking out, rolling up, blowing doja

Rolling down the block (rolling down the block), rolling up a blunt (rolling up a blunt)

Hand up on my firearm, 'cause you never know

It's 1991 ('91), two 12's up in the truck (in the truck)

We ride and see the tire marks swerving while we're pouring up

Wait, blue skies and automatic weapons

Who am I but a dead man rapping?

Straight jacket on the flows I step with

The flow get to shaking as soon as I step in

They know who it is, and they know who it's not

Ain't no sucker better recognize, give me my props

Don't need no yacht or watches full of rocks

Just need my cup to be filled to the top

(Rolling down the block, rolling up a blunt)

(Hand up on my firearm, 'cause you never know)