Junkie Junt lyrics

[Hook: Tommy Wright III]x8
Rollin in the junkie junt
Ridin in the junkie sh*t

[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
On my block
Sellin rocks
Handfull take yo pic
You ain't got no money
Gimme yo c*ck so I can ball that b*tch
White boy feel, where you at
Junkie junt snatch while yo present fall apart
Ready you don’t know are no heat
Ten wanted men wanna ride deep trough the park
I´ll be back
Nor I´ll be lyin
Crackheads be dumb as f*ck
Jumped in the junkie junt ballin real fast
Junkie got scared when I matched the gas
Paranoid scared as f*ck
Don’t know what to expect from T
Shouldn’t have pawned your sh*t out to this lunatic from MCP
Tommy Wright the one man gang finna run the junkie junt clean up road
Got my son tommy the 4th
Finna gots he holding real tight to the dough
Project pimp from [preston]
Princess Loco hit the f*cking ring
Front end in the air back end to the ground
Death pedal to the floor
Puffing on indoor
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]x4
Rollin in the junkie junt
Ridin in the junkie sh*t

[Verse 2: Undacova]
Rolling with this killer click
Caliber these scoping sh*t
Armed with that swisher sweet
And Glock filled up with hollow tips
Driving suicidal paranoia from the pigs I hate
Hit the over [?] Junkie Junt [?]
5-0 trying to catch me slippin
Slowing down my selling crack
So I left my n*gga Wild Child [?] while I go make a check
Rolling up in the lot
In the chevy he ride real slow
Creeping up from behind
Reaching for the motherf*cking door
Jumped into the chevy
Put the chrome to his f*cking dome
Pimpin grab me [?] what he want
So one man sissy whimp grabed the door
Watch out when I side with the ride
Finna get away
Jumped into the Junkie Junt
Countin´ on money while we chiefed a hay
Ridin´ like a lunatic
Crazy for that gravy dough
Undercover makin´ b*tches [?]
*Time to die hoe*
Goin´ through the motion
Rollin´ blunts dried out from [?] trick
On the come up ´bout my hustle
While I´m boolin´ in the Junkie sh*t
[Verse 3: Project Pimp]
Junkie Junt
Pistol grip
Boolin´ flexin´ on the [?]
Scope these n*ggas that I had [?]
f*ck this sh*t
This ain´t my car
Got the Junt from White Boy Phil
Talking ´bout bringing back laid down
b*tch you got me f*cked up
I gave you a [?]
I be dodging hoe
Back up on my mission
c*ck my pistol
Scoop my n*gga T
Just before the day
My n*gga Tommy was in the back of him
Caught them b*tches slippin´ when I seen ´em
I just started laughin´
[?] that b*tch I´m [?] my n*gga
Hangin´ up by the station wagon
[?] the wagon [?] down
Shooting ´em in their back
I´m buckin´ up b*tches while they´re on the ground
Finally I made it back to the hood
White Boy Phil is mad as f*ck
Snapped that b*tch ´till [?] head on
I´m dodgin´ all the Junkie Junt
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]x12
Rollin in the junkie junt
Ridin in the junkie sh*t

[Verse 4: Mac-T Dog]
Duck b*tch
Break it down hoe
Think you can f*ck with Mac T
c*ckin´ that .45 Glock to your face
Leaving these n*ggas dead in the street
Junkie Junt boolin´ out
Doin´ [?] while I can
[?]
Mackin´ on a city tramp
See [?]
Creepin´ n´ crawlin´ in the grass
Three fifty six
Scope [?]
[?] to your f*cking face
Strap down [?]
Arms tied around your waist
Whoopin´ n´ foldin´ these sucker ass n*ggas
They wanna play Mac T Dog life of a thug
Takin´ these n*ggas out to the woods
Ballin´in the Junkie truck
Smell like dope
Junkie smoke
Got a message for Mac T
[?] hit me on a [?] and wanna pawn his [?]
Smokin´ n drankin´ got [?] Lil Mac T Dog on the track
[?] boomin´ on pills got a n*gga pockets fat
Mac T Dog
10 Wanted Men
4 Corner Click we so thick
[?] when we [?]
Dodging all the Junkie sh*t