Ways To Kill Em lyrics

[Verse 1]
I tell a b*tch quick, I don't need you, let welfare feed you
Why would I buy you a purse, when I could buy me a Regal?
Hook the b*tch up tough, interior done up
Parked it next to my Oldsmo' with the European fronts
I'm from New Orleans, I stunt in a blue moon, once
Every now and again, but I don't be doing too much
That's how fool's get touched, riding through all them cuts
Thinking you living cool, dude, you looking like lunch
To the wild and the young, seem to be born with guns
You need to read the signs, if you going where they from
Cough up a lung with my corrupt alumni
Get high and cry with friends died, but we survive
And for that, I'll ride twenty-twos
The front stays eight, the back about eleven inches wide
My mind on my money, my eyes on the prize
I'm forever on my hustle, and on your b*tch's mind

[Chorus]
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill these n*ggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill 'em
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill these n*ggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill 'em

[Verse 2]
Seersucker pants and my HUF socks with the leaf prints
Stan Smiths in my drop top, b*tches notice him him
Before he hopped out, said she came with a n*gga
But he can be swapped out, if I'm trying to rock now
Same cold flow I been havin' got me hot now
Disgruntled rappers dusting off they battle tablets
Taking potshots, I'm just rolling up my pot, takin' shots
Lemon-drop ten ,women swimmin' on the roof of my building
But I'm not jumpin' in with 'em
Because I'm dressed, I'm chillin', this cashmere, not scuba gear
My homie Trademark copped this at the Ralph Lauren spring showing last year
I just got around to wearing this now
They say gold worth sixteen-hundred a ounce
So with no diamonds, my bracelet worth a townhouse
Hanging my watch out the window, putting hoes on time-out
[Chorus]
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill these n*ggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill 'em
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill these n*ggas
Smoking my weed and thinking of ways to kill 'em