Voodoo - 03 Greedo

Ayy, leave a spell, 03

Ayy, leave a spell on your clique

I know voodoo, I know magic (voodoo)

Pull up on me it get tragic

Pullin' up, I lay 'em down in the past nigga

Zip a nigga up in plastic

I’m the nigga goin' up, a nigga savage

It’s a gift, it’s a curse, it’s a gift, it’s a curse

Nah nigga I ain’t average

I’m the nigga goin' up, I’m a savage

Put a spell on that bitch in my verse, that’s a whole quote

Chop a bitch off where the hoes go

Blood money on my neck, bitch I made it rose gold

All my peoples Pasadena like the Rose Bowl

More gas than my teachers off a whole flow

Watered down, from the bleachers to the end zone

Cheerleaders smoke dope, kickin' shit, no clothes

You see LA, I just run out, wonder where her clothes go?

Do it behind closed doors, sippin' lean, I won’t dose

New sweater made by junkie made by Kezno in my Benzo

Get her on her ass like a movie that’s suspenseful

Ten tre day, I’m soldiered down like ten-four

Long live King Yella, free my nigga TK

Fuck her in that prison with the damus and keyways

Or up in the dub from the arm to the peach cake

Peter-rollin' rollin', I ain’t never been a cheapskate

I know voodoo, I know magic (voodoo)

Pull up on me it get tragic

Pullin' up, I lay 'em down in the past nigga

Zip a nigga up in plastic

I’m the nigga goin' up, a nigga savage

It’s a gift, it’s a curse, it’s a gift, it’s a curse

Nah nigga I ain’t average

I’m the nigga goin' up, I’m a savage