Ganja lyrics

[Verse 1: Ls.baxkend]
Yea, Ls. on the block, got that sh*t on lock
[?] you know what it is
n*ggas tryna [?] with me, I’m not with that sh*t
Gotta bad lil b*tch she gon [?], woah
For some simple sh*t, for some simple sh*t
Gotta bad lil’ b*tch, she gon get the drop
She know what it is, she know what it is
Yea, she know what it is
They gon never try me, cuz I got the stick
If you run up on me, imma pop em like a pimple b*tch
Choppa on me, in the kitchen like i’m whipping sh*t
n*gga tryna rob me, you know he gon regret that sh*t
Choppa on my body, itchin tryna catch a hit
[?] that i’m gunning it
Yea

[Verse 2: xaviersobased]
Got my shooter sticked up in the car, if u wanna try sum
If he talking hot, we gon rob em
b*tch i gotta couple sons, imma father
Rock the [?] in thе club, nananana
1c sh*t had to shyne out
1 seat in the front, thеy behind now
Wit my n*gga baxkend toting on the chop, woah
We can’t get pulled over, Ls. gunnin from the cops, woah
[?] smoking on sum ganja
She like 1 spliff punching, baby it’s the grabba
If you talking sh*t lil n*gga, imma find you
Pull up wit the glizzy popper
Baby on my di*k, because I rock designer
Walk up in the hoe with that mf, uh uhhh
She don’t love me, she a lust uhh
Ls. dumping if these n*ggas run up