Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1,000 Pounds, artist - Trademark Da Skydiver. Date of issue: 30.10.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1,000 Pounds |
| Bitch, I’m in it to win it, |
| Salute me like a lieutenant! |
| Rolling stoned then a candy Kush |
| Clouds blur my vision! |
| I can’t see you laying niggas out of sight, of mind |
| Check your watch, lil homie |
| Oh man, it’s just my time! |
| I go deep on any D, rest in peace, second line |
| If you just here run by me, |
| Catch up, you fall behind! |
| Do my thing in this bitch, represent the East Side |
| Going OG, while I creep in the G line! |
| Moving slowly down the street, grow up, the peace sign |
| Turn my younglings on the block trying to eat of mixing dimes. |
| Plan to honor with the glass, come up shortly' |
| Need by willing, need by drama, they ain’t looking, nothing slack |
| If you wanna set tripping, this gonna be a homicide |
| If you ain’t about that life, then it’s best to stay inside! |
| Nigga, let’s ride, nigga let’s ride |
| Roll in Kush, put it to the fire |
| Inhale, exhale, let’s get high |
| Let’s get this money, we’ll never die! |
| Hook: |
| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit |
| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought |
| What you see is what you get |
| Cruising up and down the street, |
| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed! |
| Higher than a 1000 pounds, |
| Nigga, I stay on my shit! |
| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit |
| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought |
| What you see is what you get |
| Cruising up and down the street, |
| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed! |
| Higher than a 1000 pounds, |
| Nigga, I stay on my shit! |
| Yo, the' I keep up my bandz |
| This for my pictures when I fuck, I’m pressing only hits |
| They put the trigger on the clip, and even though I’m that nigga |
| I’m trading drug dealers when I’m only shitter |
| I’m paranoid, two dozen niggas on my catalogue |
| Till my bitch went good like Lara Craft |
| I could deliver the pricket, you’re out a couple yards |
| I’m just a dealer, all eyes to rap songs! |
| Twenty-four our grinds if I’m in the showers |
| Get my' gotta blow up like the towers |
| Fucking cowards, every sixteen sour |
| I wanna get it maybe inside' |
| Maybe I’ll die tomorrow, but I’mma live today |
| I’m just a little giant, ' |
| I’m just a young poppy with a old face |
| My flow genuine like the back so late |
| You can’t shake the unshakable |
| Fade the unfadable, play the unplayable |
| Puerto Rican woman' that’s my blood line |
| . |
| where I confess |
| Used to sell drugs when that project bitch |
| Used to dug this on the project fence |
| Had to be low like the projects' |
| You clearly don’t have a clue about project sense! |
| Embarrass name French, |
| Connections will get you' |
| Like talking about that bitch! |
| My partners will still lynch |
| You’re talking ambition |
| Living that life that I had your wife missing |
| for really the East Side like they' |
| Fiends stay alive like I give them free traps |
| Fiends bitter lines just to' |
| Black knives, black gloves like the old OG trial. |
| Hook: |
| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit |
| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought |
| What you see is what you get |
| Cruising up and down the street, |
| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed! |
| Higher than a 1000 pounds, |
| Nigga, I stay on my shit! |
| Is that forty sipping finger twisting gangsta shit |
| Fresh as fuck, ain’t a thought |
| What you see is what you get |
| Cruising up and down the street, |
| Yeah, I’m smoking out the weed! |
| Higher than a 1000 pounds, |
| Nigga, I stay on my shit! |