Uh, Toxic house
(streets)
Featuring DR3Y gang
(yeah) 365
Im on calibration like a touch phone,
Im on the menu screen but i cant touch home,
It dont matter who and where we come from,
We spit on this money like a dog on a bone,
Im on calibration like a touch phone,
Im on the menu screen but i cant touch home,
It dont matter who and where we come from,
We spit on this money like a dog on a bone,
D.R.E.Y with the gang in it,
Fresh in the booth and im killing it,
Im married to the game, sniff on mack maine,
I dont sniff crack, but im insane,
420 coming down on that touch phone,
I be her last king she call me T-Raw,
But she love me high and my eagle on,
On that grade 4 that shit ride along,
Roll another dubi,
Shout out to Releezy, thats a real hippy,
A bunch of real niqqas, that's my whole groupy
Writer(s): Kenneth S. Hodges, Eustace B. Baker
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