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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joey Indica
Joey Indica
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
WINTER
WINTER
Producer

Texty

Boy I'm rolling up a blunt it's barely two am in the morning
Smoking gas from outta space I'm smoking on these moonstones
If I pop that perk, better leave my ass alone
That boy talking tough I turn him to a vegetable
Me and my **** might run to pockets we want dem extras
Stacking up these god damn racks it feel like Tetris
My shooter, my shooter yeah they pulling up in a all black Lexus
Boy I been trapping for so damn long but I'm still next up
Did all this shit on my own my old **** left us
Wonder how they gon feel when I go hop in that Tesla
Boy I'm flexing on these lames like a damn wrestler
If I see that bitch **** in public then it's up
Boy I'm rolling up a blunt it's barely two am in the morning
Smoking gas from outta space I'm smoking on these moonstones
If I pop that perk, better leave my ass alone
That boy talking tough I turn him to a vegetable
Boy I'm rolling up a blunt it's barely two am in the morning
Smoking gas from outta space I'm smoking on these moonstones
If I pop that perk, better leave my ass alone
That boy talking tough I turn him to a vegetable
Written by: Joey Indica
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