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1. |
Do My Thang
02:27
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Yeah, shawty like, the way I do my thang
I just get high, 'til I can't feel a thing
The way I ride, how I just fucking cruise
Right down the coast, my kush stay burning smooth
Yeah, shawty like, the way I do my thang
I just get high, 'til I can't feel a thing
The way I ride, how I just fucking cruise
Right down the coast, my kush stay burning smooth
Smoking on this loud, I gotta problem
Where my marijuana
I just wanna light it, take my pain away
Ashtray full, I toss a spliff in
All these packs of fronto empty
Break me down a Q, I'll burn a Dutch today
'Cause kush good company, and
Everybody wanna grow money trees, and drive luxury
All this Bape, that gorilla keep hugging me
Got a monkey on my back when it comes to green
Got a bad lil thang, she wan' ride with me
And get high with me, come and fly with me
All the the stress go away when you light the tree
Shawty exhale that smoke and she taking it all off
Yeah, shawty like, the way I do my thang
I just get high, 'til I can't feel a thing
The way I ride, how I just fucking cruise
Right down the coast, my kush stay burning smooth
Yeah, shawty like, the way I do my thang
I just get high, 'til I can't feel a thing
The way I ride, how I just fucking cruise
Right down the coast, my kush stay burning smooth
What's in the bag
I'm in my bag, smoking this pack
Gucci her bag, Louis my rag
Light up that gas, Valentino
When I walk out, white like the ash
Blowing this cash, popping these tags
Niggas is cap
Light up another one, and roll up another blunt, fuck
I'm high as an astronaut
Smoking on what, and wherever I want
There's nothing but red in my eyes
There's smoke coming out of my ride
You know there's a baddie inside
My hand on her thigh, we up in the sky
But if I was solo, I'd still be this high
(We up in the sky, but if I was solo, I'd still be this high)
(We up in the sky, but if I was solo, I'd still be this hi...)
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2. |
Ganja Ganja
01:36
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Yo ganja, ganja
Really I don't pass the weed
Nobody higher than me
Some days smoke than I breathe
Addicted to THC, I
Keep lighting 'til I have three eyes
Room full of smoke you can't see
Trust me I really do need mine
I can not live without, I'm a keep blazing that
Yo ganja, ganja
Like a sacrifice I offer
The more of you I break down and burn, the more I prosper
More marijuana, to make me feel like sky's the limit
I get higher, and forget 'bout the sky, once I'm in it
This life I'm living, I shake my head, this life I'm living
There ain't no rest for the wicked, no sleep for the sinning
This life too violent, my momma and my girl crying
In their dreams I keep dying, and I live like a pirate
I get real big cash, sometimes dressed like a bum
'Cause I could steal yo' ho, with a bottle of rum
And all these wannabe moving-weight cats think they got what it takes
The only question that I pose is why they ain't in my place
Shit I don't pass the weed, and I don't pass the mic
I'm serving pies, you wanna eat, you better act polite
And get it straight, when we cut, we don't need no knife
Your bitch a fiend, she hit my line when she need the pipe
Yo ganja, ganja
Really I don't pass the weed
Nobody higher than me
Some days smoke than I breathe
Addicted to THC, I
Keep lighting 'til I have three eyes
Room full of smoke you can't see
Trust me I really do need mine
I can not live without, I'm a keep blazing that
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Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Aye, aye, feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Aye, I can feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack I can feel it in my brain
Big Backwoods, full of gas, no doubt
Puffing jet fuel while I'm cumming in her mouth
CCTV cameras covering the house, 'cause we got trees in a very large amount
Discount if you get a couple, more than one
Then we roll to hotel while we counting up the funds
Big bales, we don't digi scale, all pre weighed
Cherry pie, oh my, this shit taste like cheesecake
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my lung, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Yeah, yeah, I could feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Aye, I can feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack I can feel it in my
Blazing Blueberry Bubba and Bubblegum Kush
Like an OG, I got the Gelato and Runtz, too though
Don't ask me if I got it, you know that my bag is sumo
I got pounds of punch of deck and I'm kicking 'em, I know Judo
Still got the slabs of shatter but lately I'm dabbing diamonds
I can't tell if it's the oil or my chain that got me shining
I remember I was tripping on acid, swerving through traffic
Just a couple pounds in the car, with me and my niggas laughing
Bumping "Cuz I Got High"
"Five On It", put it down
Kid Cudi in the ride, Collie Buddz "Come Around"
Shit I'm so proud that I always had the loud
All the shawties come around, as soon as they hear the sound, like
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my lungs, yeah
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my brain
Smoking on that pack, I can feel it in my lungs
Smoking on that pack, (I can feel it in my)
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4. |
Keep Me Company
02:27
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World cold and lonely, this kush keep me company
Call me a treehugger, nigga, I love my tree
Light up that Cheech and I smoke 'til I'm Japanese
Bad little bitch, she roll with me and roll for me
I know these bitches love money, I'm talking it
You probably heard 'bout the walk while I'm walking it
Loud on me, everyone hear when I'm walking in
Valet gone catch a contact while they parking it
World cold and lonely, this kush keep me company
Call me a treehugger, nigga, I love my tree
Light up that Cheech and I smoke 'til I'm Japanese
Bad little bitch, she roll with me and roll for me
I know these bitches love money, I'm talking it
You probably heard 'bout the walk while I'm walking it
Loud on me, everyone hear when I'm walking in
Valet gone catch a contact while they parking it
Smoking that, blowing that, (this that gas, nigga)
Rolling that, toking that, (this that pack, nigga)
Holding that, sold you that, (this that loud, nigga)
High as fuck, up and up, (can't come down, nigga)
Light that, Mary, Jane, Mary, Jane, Mary, Jane
(And I can't live without my)
Mary, Jane, Mary, Jane, Mary, Jane
(And I can't live without my)
Lit up that green, my life turned to a dream
Getting high in the Beam', chasing racks with my team
Bitches all on us, they body's so clean
Steady popping that pussy like seals on the lean on 'em
So many hundreds, can't fit in my jeans, I watched
Some of my niggas straight turn into fiends on me
Smoking that Cali, that straight THC, homie
Thought I was out, forgot I had a P on me
Bitch I stay high, everything going so slow
All this time passing so fast
You gon' smell it when I light up this grass
I'm never low, I stay smoking on hash
Yeah its a vibe, I swear that shawty so sweet
Shit this the wave, I might just crash on the beach
She got that ass, look how sandy her cheeks
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# (feat. BigBabyGucci)
03:18
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Yeah, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Aye, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Aye, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Aye, just make sure you bring the, aye
Niggas cap, niggas cap, just make sure you bring the pound with you
Niggas talk, niggas talk, just make sure you bring the pound with you
Bloody Mary, yeah she sipping on that red liquor
No, I never tweet the ho but she stay on my Twitter
Yeah, I hit a bitch from Tumblr, no, I never lick her
Know a nigga keep the Tommy like I got Hilfiger
Huh, yeah a nigga making hella figures
Go figure, now I'm stunting on all of these niggas
Huh, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Huh, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Huh, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Huh, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Niggas cap, just make sure you bring that pound with you
Just make sure you bring that pound with you
Aye, gangsta ass kush what I put up in the pack
First I send it cross the map, then the money double back
Fucking up the game, we keep it safe, it double wrapped
First we send it cross the country then the money double back
See you in the mall and I'm a pop you like a tag
And when I say a tag, that means no coming back
OG gangsta kush is what I put up in the wood
And she gone throw it back, because my credit good
Chopping it up with some rich women
I sell the scale to some big fishes
Whole team got plates, talking big dishes
I need the seven, not six figures
I wear the pants, that's some big britches
I hit the top, and it spin, fidget
Red V on me, ain't no Vendetta
Rocking Vlone while I get cheddar
Bad bitch, hold the pole while she suck my dick
Mad Max, in the desert coming for your bitches
Gangsta kush, what I roll, we ain't blazing Swishers
Lotta ass, getting clapped, probably banged your sister
Did it leaning, the baggy jean wearing
Flow for days, in the 603
When them packs touch down, I'm a grab 'em up
Grab 'em up, my team gone eat
Getting it in, the baggy jean wearing
Flow for days, in the 603
When them packs touch down I'm a bag 'em up
Bag 'em up, my team gone eat, yeah
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Ratchet, I'm smacking on her butt like a pack
Say what's happening
That's my boy but he the local crackhead
Smashing, banging down the block like it's cracking
Taxing, in other words I'm making it happen
Saku called, he said he got a show so I'm packing
Laughing, smoking out the whip in Manhattan
Juiced up like a beetle
Who selling it, we the people
This music like a drug, and lil homie, I'm like a needle
Shit it's all in the wrist
Your shit too whack, it don't cook back like this
Too good to waste, they freebasing this shit
And I'm taking your bread like I'm taking a piss
Focus nigga, I eat four course dinners
On a golf course full of rich, white folks grinning
Know I'm going on but I'm happy that I'm winning
What you know about the game?
You just happy that you in it, isnt?
On my four finger ring shit like 50
Got the Beamer and the Benz, I just need that Bentley
Just met a bitch and I'm all in her belly
She calling me daddy like we going steady
Flight after flight, its long night after night
I keep pulling the strings like I'm flying a kite
Buying new Nikes 'cause these shits won't stay white
Ride on the beat like I'm riding a bike
Fuck all the hype, money don't lie
And you can get sad but the numbers won't cry
And you can talk shit, but that shit won't fly
And you could get smoked, but I'm a get high
They might be getting high, but they don't get high like us (Us)
Your man's is a dub (Dub)
I spend his check on Grubhub
We makes movies, Stubhub
Your bitch is just a nut bust
Diamonds do not segregate, pink yellow like some Minutemaid
Every day I gotta wake up, sip an eighth up
Feel like Betty Crocker, every day I'm getting caked up
Ask if Saku gangsta and they all saying straight up
Gucci socks and some Louis shoes and they laced up
Rappers nowadays just spit different
I counted up a hundred thou', shit hit different
The brand new BMW, this thing whip different
And these lames keep shooting but they're gonna keep missing
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7. |
Wake Up (Interlude)
03:02
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I get high like a motherfucker, every day I wake up
Wake up, gotta get my paper, and get lit
Gotta smoke the kush up, that's how I live
Every day I wake up, wake up, gotta blow a, big bag to my face
Every day I wake up, wake up, I gotta smoke, before I get to chasing my cake
And I'm chilling, just smoking out
Thinking 'bout how I stay so fly above the fucking, sky
That I don't know, if I'll come down, but I don't care
Hanging like my hair, I'm a dreadlock
I'm an astronaut, I'm so outer space
Running out of space, running out of time
Running out of lines, running out of bomb
Never that though, got a fat sack
Got a couple packs, in my backpack
That's from last year, on this new shit
Blow a couple fucking ounces of the dankest piff
I ain't write this, I'm just high, right?
On the high rise, getting high, like
On my feet now, I'm a float away
Smoking on the fucking clouds with some dope today
I be smoking on Gelato by the carload, and um
Motherfucker, what you know about a bad bitch
Pistol for you, when you wake up like some Folger's in the morning
I ain't folding this shit, it's the real
Never faked it, never tainted, never underestimated
This the greatest, shit I ever fucking, littest
The fucking bombest, just like a comet
It smacked me, right in my face, might tell my mommy
I love it, it is the dopest, it is the dope shit, jump rope shit
It's got me feeling like a little kid again
I'm finna win, I'm down for the cause
I'm lighting up and I'm passing it to all of y'all broads
I get high like a motherfucker, every day I wake up
Wake up, gotta get my paper, and get lit
Gotta smoke this kush up, that's how I live
Every day I wake up, wake up, gotta blow a, big bag to my face
Every day I wake up, wake up, I gotta smoke, before I get to chasing my cake
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8. |
This Is My Jam
01:55
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I got ten bags of good kush, I love me my weed
I hustle mad trees, like I'm LRG
These diamonds on me, I want them on me
These bitches on me, these drinks is on me
I'm running to the bag again, pussy nigga, what's happening
I'm all over the map, I got my spliff in my hand
These niggas getting jelly 'cause I'm getting bread, damn
I play my fucking track, your bitch like "this is my jam"
I'm making mega moves, my life is like a movie, bitch
I'm chilling with a groovy bitch, your girlfriend is my groupie bitch
Big old wheels, don't need a lift, my spaceship on some Lilo Stitch
The law be asking questions then you know I gotta plead the Fifth
Smoke 'til I pass out, I wake up and roll up
Bad bitch in my bed and she bending like yoga
She Mrs. Incredible, we eating edibles
Shawty be shining, her energy solar
This that fuel, fool, the shit that I'm sparking nuclear
I smoke a pound or two, talking big gas, like Jupiter
I got ten bags of good kush, I love me my weed
I hustle mad trees, like I'm LRG
These diamonds on me, I want them on me
These bitches on me, these drinks is on me
I'm running to the bag again, pussy nigga, what's happening
I'm all over the map, I got my spliff in my hand
These niggas getting jelly 'cause I'm getting bread, damn
I play my fucking track, your bitch like "this is my jam"
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9. |
Wish I Wish
01:55
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This that loud, this that cough, keep it smoking like a chimney
I gotta lot of money, so I gotta lot of enemies
Wish I had some peace and quiet, wish I had some money trees
Wish people would mind their business, wish someone would give me three
I wish I wish, I wish these pussy niggas would
Shit, I iced my wrist, got it shining like your daddy's car
I wish I wish, I'm a star, they should wish on me
She make a wish, shawty light my blunt and blow it out
Girl make a wish, make a wish, we smoking Birthday Cake
Puff 'til I can't feel my face, I'm so high up I'm outer space
I'm in a high speed money chase, my pockets running out of space
I'm smoking faster but it's burning slower but it's not a race
(Shawty like) Shawty like the way I do my thang
Catch me at the drive in, I'm so high, I'm on a different plane
I'm on a different jet, smoke joints like they some cigarettes
Know more plugs than a power strip, connected like the internet
This that loud, this that cough, keep it smoking like a chimney
I gotta lot of money, so I gotta lot of enemies
Wish I had some peace and quiet, wish I had some money trees
Wish people would mind their business, wish someone would give me three
I wish I wish, I wish these pussy niggas would
Shit, I iced my wrist, got it shining like your daddy's car
I wish I wish, I'm a star, they should wish on me
She make a wish, shawty light my blunt and blow it out
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Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty roll up a Backwoods and light it
Private, just you and the pilot, smoke 'til we floating, we flying
All that and more at the drive in
Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty roll up a Backwoods and light it
Private, just you and the pilot, smoke 'til we floating, we flying
All that and more at the drive in
She wanna get high with the guys, because we so pelican fly
I pull up, I took 'em by surprise, pour a two in a Sprite while I ride
Half a pill, I took flight, she act shy, gave her half of a half now she vibe
I got drip so I splash on sight, in the whip, blowing gas, 2.5
In the whip, she like word I don't mind, gave me brain, had to blow her mind
At the drive in I'm so high, I ain't driving, I just fly
And them sirens go bye-bye, I just dance on a beat like Mike
Got my popcorn and Mike-Ikes, told her bring a friend just in case she dyke
Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty roll up a Backwoods and light it
Private, just you and the pilot, smoke 'til we floating, we flying
All that and more at the drive in
Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty roll up a Backwoods and light it
Private, just you and the pilot, smoke 'til we floating, we flying
All that and more at the drive in
Feels like a living room, boo, but you in my car
I know it feels like a movie, and baby, you be a star
I brought enough loud to fuck up an army, papers, I do origami
Designer and diamonds on me, heard me, loved me 'fore she saw me
Getting to this bread, salami, Slim, that's my slime, that's my homie
We getting cheese, macaroni, your gang a bunch of jabronies
In a fight with your bitch 'cause she tempted to touch me
Broski I had to return her, on the way home what I told her
I just said
Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty roll up a Backwoods and light it
Private, just you and the pilot, smoke 'til we floating, we flying
All that and more at the drive in
Roll up another one, I got kush in my lungs
I got the work in the back of the carriage, horses in front
Yeah shawty roll up a Backwoods and light it
Private, just you and the pilot, smoke 'til we floating, we flying
All that and more at the drive in
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11. |
Window
03:17
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I look out the window
I look out the window
Niggas creep
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
I take a deep breath and I take a step back and I light up my endo
My girl, I upset her, I don't know no better, she popping the benzo's
Some rats want my cheddar, it could be a set up, I look out the window
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
I take a deep breath and I take a step back and I light up my endo
My girl, I upset her, I don't know no better, she popping the benzo's
Some rats want my cheddar, it could be a set up, I look out the window
I see right through you like the smoke of the endo, you been broke niggas can't friend me
I see right through you like you nothing, I see through you like the windows of the Bentley
My niggas was treated like nothing, now they come through stunting and draped up in Fendi
Team hungry I'm serving a lot of g's, constantly got a bitch on me like Wendy's
Fresh Nike's, I got two checks in the box, kid's looking fresh from the neck to the socks
This shit raw, boy, it just came from the dock
Try and break it, boy, it's hard as a rock
Their loss, tryna play with my sauce, funny niggas get tossed, we be picking 'em off
Just a boss getting green like Lacoste, making love to the packs 'cause I'm getting 'em off
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
I take a deep breath and I take a step back and I light up my endo
My girl, I upset her, I don't know no better, she popping the benzo's
Some rats want my cheddar, it could be a set up, I look out the window
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
I take a deep breath and I take a step back and I light up my endo
My girl, I upset her, I don't know no better, she popping the benzo's
Some rats want my cheddar, it could be a set up, I look out the window
I fuck up a bag before breakfast, boy I'll put your life on my necklace (Necklace)
I fuck with a squad that's so reckless, we on the road waiting for niggas to test us
I'm in the game stacking my paper like Tetris, I got the juice now I'm a get me a Tesla
I'm getting this cheddar, my bitch looking better
Just got a phone call, that's some new Gucci sweaters
I'm down to get money whenever, we dodging their setups, my niggas too clever
Wanna talk leverage? Got pull like a lever, pockets got full because I'm a go-getter
These niggas don't know me, they ho's, please, they calling my name for a handout
They used to throw dirt on my name, tryna brush it off because I got them bands now
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
I take a deep breath and I take a step back and I light up my endo
My girl, I upset her, I don't know no better, she popping the benzo's
Some rats want my cheddar, it could be a set up, I look out the window
These niggas is creeping, I already peeped it, I stare out the window
I take a deep breath and I take a step back and I light up my endo
My girl, I upset her, I don't know no better, she popping the benzo's
Some rats want my cheddar, it could be a set up, I look out the window
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12. |
Burn Up
03:02
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I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Shawties get wet like skipped rocks for hip hop
Twist em like braids, a wave in my zip lock
Keep your lips locked, or pussy, you get 'em ripped off
If I ever told I would skip off the tip top, in the cold gotta sniff snot
Still getting colder 'cause my heart was like a freezer but it ripped out
Ten pounds pushing, I don't know about a zip now
So blue, I be walking like a Crip now, niggas getting out of line I pull the whip out
Pull up, smack him in the mouth until he spit the chips out
Shit, I ain't seen blood in a minute, now
Wonder just how many motherfucking bodies hit the ground
On the Greyhound, moving pounds, in and out of town
Steady fucking up the game, that's why you beefing like a cow
Move more than you suckers, so I shit on you like doo doo
Crazy money coming, like it's magic, like it's voodoo
Guess a nigga blessed, I'm just finessing with that juju
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
Did the grind stop? You niggas is tweaking
I was just a little boy and I was still your weedman
OG Skunk, yeah you punks was geeking
I don't take days off, party like The Weeknd
On a Monday, most likely I'm popping the bottle
With a blunt, looks like I graduated, now off to Harvard
Running laps, I'm in your trap and nigga I got a car load
The coppers tryna find me in Polo and they yelling narco
They didn't know a nigga in and out of Chanel, now
Money on my brain, on a light day, I stack ten thou'
Foreign bitches on my phone, no pen pal
Hundred pies in the sky, that's some big mail
Chicken crispy, I got sauce like some ox tail
Shit, a lot of pussies tried to get me but they all failed
A lotta haters and it's fuck how they all feel
Bread like a bakery, game like a ball field
I burn up, I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
Like a comet, before I hit the ground, I burn up
I'm a star, before I touch down, I burn up
I burn up
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Pound of Purrp
03:03
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A pound of purple in my Starter jacket
A Dutchie half-smoked underneath, the fitted cap to match it
I duck for cover, ain't no lighter, I'm a have to match it
My eyes roll back soon as I light it but that's automatic
I seent 'em smell, dirty faces give me satisfaction
I'm on alert 'cause I'm aware they wanna catch me lacking
Looking over my shoulder became a force of habit
Pull up like UPS at your door with that fucking package
Samson with the weed, everybody want a piece
Can I get a little bit of the green? Carry strains that don't carry any seeds
Make you sleep on the couch or even let your hair down like a weave
I'm a lion amongst a bunch of lost sheep, with no Bo Peep
New shit sounding like the old me, tell 'em go peep
Shawty say she love the way I flow my shit so deep
Shawty said she love the way I stroke, I get so deep
Told her throw it back like a nigga in the nosebleeds
Make like your 80, give me all the mouth and no teeth
Need her fix of dick, hit her with it 'til she OD
Let's make a baby, dress it in designer clothing
The pussy soaking, man I swear to God the pussy soaking
She begging so I had to bust it open, now I swear to God that pussy broken
Still smoking, even though my eyes are almost closing
This shit for the team, and I ain't sorry you was dosing
Questions posing, skimming over, looked up right in time to get hit with the bulldozer
Only thing I ever tried to be, that's not me, honestly that's sober
Holler, she come over, fuck if I don't know her
Bitch I'm feeling lucky like an eight leaf clover
Heard you wanted perfect and there ain't no closer
I can give it to you, I can't give you closure
Now she tryna stick because the dick game doper
Girl I rock the boat until the ship turn over
Now she mad 'cause a nigga ignore her
Showed her a good time, why she acting like I owe her
These niggas don't get it, this Gucci, Margiela
This cheddar I get 'cause I use my brain better
You doing it well but I'm doing it better
When I hit the club, bitches get they umbrella
Can't stop the grind, yea they tried, it ain't work
Jamaican boy, I got that sauce, it ain't jerk
Settled discrepancies then got to work
I was high off a bean, he was high off a Perc'
Light up that ganja, put great minds to work
You turn rocks into rubies, make diamonds from dirt
Wanted this so bad back then it still hurts
Sometimes wonder why I'm still on this Earth
Can't get no sleep 'cause the demons, they flirt
But I can't sell my soul 'cause I know what it's worth
Wanted this so bad back then it still hurt
But I can't sell my soul 'cause I know what it's worth
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Got it, cheaper
Syrup, reefer
I been, eating
I ain't, sleeping
I just poured me up a four
And now I'm seeing demons
Put the money on the floor
The dice is always cheating
The marijuana screaming
And I just brought the team in
I just took an Adderall
And now I'm Willie Beamen
These pussy niggas hating
Tryna put me in the cement
Told my bitch to plan a fit because I'm going in
Aromatic backwood, what I roll it in
She ain't gotta act hood but I know she is
I probably see a hundred M's
She tryna have my kids
She fell in love because I really am not average
Smuggling, we smuggle
Reefer, reefer, reefer, reefer
Jeepers creepers
Check my peoples, peoples, peoples, peoples
Pumping molly out the
Speakers, speakers, speakers, speakers
Ounce of raw, boy that's my
Sneakers, sneakers, sneakers, sneakers
Laughing like a damn
Hyena, -ena, -ena, -ena
That's your bitch, boy she a
Eater, eater, eater, eater
That's my glock, yeah that's my
Nina, nina, nina, nina
Ask who ready, ho's like
We are, we are, we are, we are
Shit, I love my reefer
Mary Jane, I fucking need her
Tied the knot to Mary twice
Just like some fucking sneakers
My kush up in Beverly Hills
Just go ask fucking Weezer
And just because we fucking
Don't mean that I like her, either
That's where I wanna be
These pussy niggas wannabes
They hating on a nigga, 'cause they
Shawties wanna fondle me
I'm, off a fucking bean
I'm sipping that promethazine
I loaded up the clip
And got so high I had to Caribbean
Got it, cheaper
Syrup, reefer
I been, eating
I ain't, sleeping
I just poured me up a four
And now I'm seeing demons
Put the money on the floor
The dice is always cheating
The marijuana screaming
And I just brought the team in
I just took an Adderall
And now I'm Willie Beamen
These pussy niggas hating
Tryna put me in the cement
Told my bitch to plan a fit because I'm going in
Aromatic backwood, what I roll it in
She ain't gotta act hood but I know she is
I probably see a hundred M's
She tryna have my kids
She fell in love because I really am not average
Smuggling, we smuggle
Reefer, reefer, reefer, reefer
Jeepers creepers
Check my peoples, peoples, peoples, peoples
Pumping molly out the
Speakers, speakers, speakers, speakers
Ounce of raw, boy that's my
Sneakers, sneakers, sneakers, sneakers
Laughing like a damn
Hyena, -ena, -ena, -ena
That's your bitch, boy she a
Eater, eater, eater, eater
That's my glock, yeah that's my
Nina, nina, nina, nina
Ask who ready, ho's like
We are, we are, we are, we are
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15. |
Wasted
02:44
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My voice is a little gone and shit
Fresh off tour, its your boy
Corey Patrick in this muh fucker
Luh Corey
You already know what it be
Basic, these bitches basic
They wanna taste it
She laced it, I fucking taste it
She fucking faced it
I'm wasted, bitch I'm wasted
I'm fucking wasted
She turn around and give me face quick
She fucking wasted
I'm wasted
Fucking wasted
She wanna taste it
Turn around and give me face quick
She fucking wasted
Bad bitch, need a face lift
I'm fucking wasted
I'm faded
She give me face quick
I'm fucking wasted
Yea
I'm off that pack again
Smoking all up on that shit
What you want, my man?
I got it, chronic
Or the fucking shit you can't even find behind the counter
Because they cancelled it
My nigga
I just do the damn thang
When it comes to letting it bang
My niggas pull up on you
I mean, we letting it hang
I got the
Ganja on me at all times
I never leave it, homie
You know I'm smoking on that pack
So I don't need yours, homie
I got the gasolina
And you can ask your bitch
She come and give me brain
And then I smack the bitch
I ain't a pacifist
I gotta slap that ass
You know I gotta drive
My foot up on the gas
I'm going way too fast
I might just burn and crash
I'm in the fast lane
But nigga never that
I'm in the slow lane
Smoking with your ho thang
These bitches basic
They wanna taste it
They give me face quick
She turn around
Licked it all up
I said get out bitch
Smoking on that shit
I'm fucking smoking in your house, bitch
Gangsta on your mother
Gangsta on your fucking couch, bitch
Uh
Basic, these bitches basic
Turn they ass around and spank it
I fucking spank it
Face it, I told her face it
I made her taste it
Wasted, I'm fucking wasted
I'm fucking wasted
Basic, these bitches basic
They wanna taste it
She laced it, I fucking taste it
She fucking faced it
I'm wasted, bitch I'm wasted
I'm fucking wasted
She turn around and give me face quick
She fucking wasted
I'm wasted, fucking wasted
She wanna taste it
Turn around and give me face quick
She fucking wasted
Bad bitch, need a face lift
I'm fucking wasted
I'm faded
She give me face quick
I'm fucking wasted
Yeah
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My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up
I ain't even gone, shit I'm still rocking with you
Gone and light it up, yeah gone and pop that liquor
I ain't even gone, shit I'm still rocking with you
Gone and light it up, yeah gone and pop that liquor
I'm going up, come get high with me
Burn that shit up, turn that shit up
Come and fly with me, I'm going up, I'm going up
Come get high with me, burn that shit up, turn that shit up
Been a while since I spoke to the big man
Two Backwoods, six grams
The fit I want cost six grand
So nigga, I'm a ball like the 6 man
Love dark liquor, it's the shit, man
But I stay off half a pill just to withstand
The thought that a nigga could just
Click-Blam, then my life over like goddamn
That's why I been back to the old me
Calling shots off the jack, blowing OG
Put my bitch on her back, give her dope D
She never got a withdrawal, she might OD
I'm a greedy ass nigga, free 03
Me and gang like Shaq and Kobe
Me and gang like 'Bron and AD
No wonder all these pussy niggas hate me
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
I'm standing at my funeral, these pews is full, it's beautiful
This life, is there really a way to live it right
I done spent way too much time
Racing, running from these lights
Counting to make sure it's right, angry getting into fights
All this blood up on my whites, I got scuffs up on my Nikes
Money coming, it's a-ight, why we do this every night
I stay praying to the Lord to keep my family safe
Gotta chase this paper every single day
Been addicted ever since I got a taste
Heartbreaks every time my homie catch a case
Life is like a box of chocolates on display
I came up a hustler, turned into a player
I be mobbin', call up Tony for a favor
Middle finger, what I put up on a hater
I be getting higher than an elevator
I ain't gon' trust that you gon' see me later
Thank ya
Want my ashes spread from New England to Jamaica
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up
My niggas stay smoking, catch a contact at my funeral
Shit, I hope the fucking pews is full
Getting to this paper, shit, this money fucking beautiful
Time is money so I use it up
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