Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
RIZZYJAMESILY
Rap
Exp0$ed
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard James Villalpondo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
XAVI
Producer
Songteksten
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Gotta roll one for the homies to chill
Sit back crack a bottle sniffin' blow through a bill
Some look for a change but these hoes never will
Same shit everyday no more goin' uphill
But I
Keep my head high
By smokin' blowin' kief in the sky
I seem to get by
Through slipping pass your devious eyes
Needed to fly
To clear my mind and leave for the night
No sleepin' tonight
I surely got some demons to fight
Damn wait holdup pass the blunt back over
Talkin' out his neck cuz he ain't usin' head and shoulders
Wait
Carry the beat like it's a boulder
So much ice it can't get no colder
Crazy I'ma kid but the grown chicks wan me
Stay wit me lil bih I ain't talkin' 1nonly
Nah too many hoes at my parties
I'ma player fuck boy no Carti
Take a bih and play her like a mandolin
All my opps sky walkin' Anakin
No use lying cuz he cannot handle it
Bullets make em freeze up like he a mannequin
Gotta roll one for the homies to chill
Sit back crack a bottle sniffin' blow through a bill
Some look for a change but these hoes never will
Same shit everyday no more goin' uphill
But I
Keep my head high
By smokin' blowin' kief in the sky
I seem to get by
Through slipping pass your devious eyes
Needed to fly
To clear my mind and leave for the night
No sleepin' tonight
I surely got some demons to fight
They say diamonds made from the pressure
Rap style straight from my blade nothing lesser
Though my soul's been played by your gestures
Gotta find the backwoods I got layin' on my dresser
Like
Aye
I told your mans before just not to speak about me
Guess I'll have to mop him on the floor can't go to sleep without tree
Who's knocking at the door?
It's on repeat in my dreams
Drowsy walking to the store I'm puffin weed in the streets
The young homie $now with the bag
Brought some girls in my car sniffin' blow in the back
But you don't know where we at
Cuz when we're deep in the cuts kickin' back passing blunts until he loaded the gat
I'm like fuck!
You're lost at night it's me
Where you find
Drunk at the party but you rather be in bed sippin' wine
I gotta go girl
We got some better plans up ahead
Way in the back in the theater with no hands getting head aye
Wait
Oh
Shit
Bitch
Had'ta steal the beat and switch it up
Shawtys in the club with the money all up
Got bread in this bih we gon' throw it up
With a beam on a Glock opps glowin' up
Ass like jelly cuz jam don't shake like that
Bands on her chest like double D nice racks
Love with it money sexual like cash
Pull her hair and that li'l bih liked that
Gotta roll one for the homies to chill
Sit back crack a bottle sniffin' blow through a bill
Some look for a change but these hoes never will
Same shit everyday no more goin uphill
But I
Keep my head high
By smokin' blowin' kief in the sky
I seem to get by
Through slipping pass your devious eyes
Needed to fly
To clear my mind and leave for the night
No sleepin' tonight
I surely got some demons to fight
Gotta roll one for the homies to chill
Sit back crack a bottle sniffin' blow through a bill
Some look for a change but these hoes never will
Same shit everyday no more goin uphill
But I
Keep my head high
By smokin' blowin' kief in the sky
I seem to get by
Through slipping pass your devious eyes
Needed to fly
To clear my mind and leave for the night
No sleepin' tonight
I surely got some demons to fight
Written by: Richard James Villalpondo
