Sig Sauer (feat. Real Bad Man)

Boldy James

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    Yeah, Legend of Zelda
    Big Creature
    Uh-huh, where we at?
    Ay

    Look at my wrist, still ain't got time today
    Too much designer swag, had to run it up, andalé
    Serving out of that gray Honda, I was selling on Rhonda, yeah
    Niggas thought that they knew me my whole life
    Never knew where my mama stay
    So it's hard to put down the play
    Send my young niggas down the way
    Release the ether, black tar with the creamer
    Showed 'em how to turn brown to gray
    Left with a brick and a half, came back with a hundred and ninety K
    I can get all designer drugs depending on how much niggas tryna pay
    Every day a holiday, 'nother hustle, dollar day
    All he care about is the money, shit my baby mama's saying
    Loafin' at the hideaway, brick of Billie Holiday
    Realest nigga in this shit 'cause I'm the one that got away

    I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
    Watch that car up the street and that truck on the corner
    Keep a tuck on that Taurus, serving clucks off of Forrer
    We got Glocks, we got FNs, ten mils and Sig Sauers
    I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
    Watch that car up the street and that truck on the corner
    Keep a tuck on that Taurus, serving clucks off of Forrer
    We got Glocks, we got FNs, ten mils and Sig Sauers

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    Gerber bottles for the Redman, saran wrap for the Method
    Certified, tested and approved, land contracts, I'm invested
    Made man, quadruple OG, I've been handcuffed and arrested
    All these Band-Aids, got 'em on me like my hand cut ain't infected
    Sliding in a 'mote controller car
    Hopping hardware, betting on a bar
    Pint of Wock' in a four part
    Got the block slapping off the ozone bar
    In the trap, you a co-star, Bo Jack, I'm a pro star
    Big pole on me like a crowbar, hundred fifty racks in my Goyard
    Amiri denim with the clip hanging
    See the strap pokin' in my Chrome Heart
    Break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
    Not too much different from a loan shark
    Me and Guap still locked in, still push a Benz like a go-kart
    Inbox got a nigga boxed in, streets left a nigga with a cold heart

    I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
    Watch that car up the street and that truck on the corner
    Keep a tuck on that Taurus, serving clucks off of Forrer
    We got Glocks, we got FNs, ten mils and Sig Sauers
    I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
    Watch that car up the street and that truck on the corner
    Keep a tuck on that Taurus, serving clucks off of Forrer
    We got Glocks, we got FNs, ten mils and Sig Sauers

    I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
    Watch that car up the street and that truck on the corner
    Keep a tuck on that Taurus, serving clucks off of Forrer
    We got Glocks, we got FNs, ten mils and Sig Sauers
    I'm in the Drug Zone on Warwick
    Watch that car up the street and that truck on the corner
    Keep a tuck on that Taurus, serving clucks off of Forrer
    We got Glocks, we got FNs, ten mils and Sig Sauers

    Song details

    Composition: Adam Weissman and Boldy James

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