Dub Sac

I had a dub sack in my bucket

Rolling around like "fuck it"

Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "fuck it"

OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "fuck it"

Rolling around like "fuck it", rolling around like "fuck it"

That shit weak, your bitch weak that's too bad, my bitch bad

Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb

Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceañera

Ever had a chick to do it on the dick to capoeira

Kick game like Martial Arts kick game like Marshall Law

On Tekken the homies got weapons Martial Law could happen any second

Getting money, blowing digits only sexing sexy women

Only sexin' sexy women only sex is sexy women

That like to do them nasty things you know I like them nasty things

Can't fuck with them whips and chains I got a bitch that do, but I ain't got no gavel

Baby wanna know what's under my belt maybe cause I paid so much for the belt

Call the car service, get your ass home, but just yesterday me and Agent J

What's happenin'? OZ in this Benzo

OZ in this Benzo

Just a lil' Carson, nigga

You're so weak, you don't know me

Soulo so lowkey in Lord, legends, infinity

Oh God showed off inventing me

Me and K with the promoter

Drop the fo' up in the soder

I'm unraveling backwoods

And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya

Whats happening?

I've been gone too long, but bitch I'm back again

Except this time I'm old

Had that Chevy celebrity the same age as me

With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15

I mean

You still weak, you last week

I'm next month, twist the next blunt

The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts

Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up

Nigga, don't get shit misconstrued

We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff

Getting women in the mood

We tell the truth up in the nude

Breaking news, breaking news

I'm enlightening like Pikachu

All I do is what you wouldn't think to do

Silk, don't you remember that South Pole Jeans, fat laces in all our shoes

A nigga turned into an oracle

Treat the damn booth like a urinal

Smoking a stogie in a terminal

I had a dub sack in my bucket

Rolling around like "fuck it"

Paul Jeremy, Doe and me trying to match a nugget

Pass the blunt to BC, AR, and AJ

King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me

I had a dub sack in my bucket

Capital C

I just might be in yo hood

(Fuck outta here man, you dumb ass niggas!

You niggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and shit man)

I just might be in yo hood

(Quit playing. This is serious bruh, niggas wanna come talk to me about all this dumb shit; a nigga ain't tryna hear that man

I'ma come clean bruh, go sit down with all that my nigga)

This shits over here from the grass... I just might be in yo hood

(We gon' handle it, how handle it my nigga straight like that, bruh)

(Eh niggas out here look silly, my nigga

Like bruh, if you don't know me look at my fucking Twitter, my nigga)

I just might be in yo hood

(It's your boy A-Mack out here man, Zanzilla, slapping niggas and bitches for fun, straight like that)

Niggas chased my uncle there, through God's grace the gun jammed

I found comfort in this pleasure, meaning I slept the best through gun sounds

These Days it's a little different, between me and my past I put a little distance

Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious

Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick

Now everybody feel it, even niggas who didn't know, they try to forget it!

Selective Amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days

Niggas ask about pressure I grew up watching free base

Literally the face of my hood...

So basically I beat the case

I vanished but left a trace, just in-case a nigga gotta go back

Yeah, it's not for games if I say that

I just might be in yo hood

I just might be in yo hood

I just might be in yo hood

I just might be in yo hood