Cactus

Cover art by @hakobdesigns Lyrics: Roll with my dog Little Nicky I just pulled up With the blicky Sometime the trap It get tricky LA like cactus It’s prickly That’s why I sip Off this henny That’s why I’m smoking so many… doinks Don’t worry bitch I got plenty Loud in my woods And in my joints My Glock is hungry For souls I got some people With pull Talk to the gun You’ll get told I’m not the one To get stoled Everything I make Is cold Back in the field It was cold But you know I couldn’t fold Fetti so long It won’t fold I’m not investing in gold I’m just investing in poles Debt with a comma Turn you into lox Moving out mamas Off birds and a box Dead all the drama No burning the spot And my head full of trauma No bourbon no scotch She wanna ride for the glory Tryna be part of my story Same girl that used to ignore me Hit me up now when she horny Told that lil girl run it up I’m pouring gold in her cup This island bout to erupt And you still salty as fuck I got some balls, you just nuts Quit tryna copy the plays I could never be a stain Or at least never again I seen way too many thangs I seen more shit than a janitor You aren’t shit but an amateur Just stay within your parameters I get the work outa Panama I get the work outa Canada I get the vig and I round it up I get the shipment it moves I’ll beat your ass Right up out of your shoes Seen a red dot on his head And I shoot But I don’t got a problem With Hindus