Tekst Utworu

Uh, pullin' up weed, yeah, ay She on my meat, yeah, ay Girl, I'm off the leash, yeah, ay Clean 'em up, bleach, yeah, ay Where your tracks all meet, ay We don't need IDs, ay What's up in the cup? Ay Might be Hi-C, ay In the VIP, yeah, ay Like a tree 'round me, yeah, ay Don't know shit about me Shades on, you can't see what I see You can't even be by me Can't live up the street by me She wanna get eaten by me I told her she gon' see about me (let's get it) Her friends don't agree about me You know I gotta be how I be You know I roll up the weed Bitch ass nugs of weed I gotta stay sucker free Baow, baow Bitch, you ain't no police officer, ain't no cuffin' me I ain't fuckin' 'round with custody I can smoke weed all day in LA Chiraq, gotta fuck around and flush the weed Bad boy like I got Puff with me Lil' nigga, you go to bed or you so sad We gon' fuck around and Usher you Duck, duck, aim and it cuss at you He tryna figure out the nicest way to say that we don't fuck with you These young niggas sippin' on buster juice (ayy, ayy) Baby, I'm fly like sittin' in class when you got a substitute Extension, the big one Like Vietnam, come get some Come rinse some, I'll lend some I'll lend some, I'll end 'em From a send in, a big one From block you, can't enter My girl don't like the word, "Finsta" These hoes only pretty on Insta Free bro 'nem, 'til I see bro 'nem Get your ho and 'em, I'm with your ho now, ay I'm open (ay, ay) Six chains, used to have a fuckin' rosary Know you ain't know no solider either Young trap ass nigga like green arrow Flex on the bitch like Eddie Guerrero She knew what it was, and I ain't even tell her Fuck goin' metal, give me that green meadow Pourin' up in the yellow and the green letter I'm a real Glo ass like Green Lanterns Nigga think he one up on me, never BM said, "I could be better" I give a bitch away and re-get her Better be cool 'fore they don't see you never, ay, skrrt
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Darrel Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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