Lyrics

Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking Bitch I feel like tungsten Lungs itch from crumbling piff A dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips I summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell Yeah, I got fungus growing in my stomach because I'm chugging wishes from the wishing well Watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams You will never perfect them Smoking weed while I'm texting affections to your hoe named "Alexis" Adding her to my collection Told her pull up to the 7th I got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection Now the blunt's lit She's a punk bitch To my recollection, pussy like a dungeon Got me mumbling Now I'm flexing at the function G*59 we run shit Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking Ran up on 'em with the terror squad I swear to god Up north, I'm off the snow with a bad lil' hoe My woes with me on that rambo flow Kick down the door We don't knock We send shots Touchdown I got the pack Roll that sit back No lack Trusty burner relax on my lap I got yo bitch on my dick Audemaur wrist so slick Dripping all wet on my shit I wish a nigga would come claim his bitch I got flame for that shit Respect ain't shit Y'all niggas ain't shit This shit is sickening Never stopping, DN$ the limitless Running, ruling I need infinite Aw shit Roll my dope Bang hoes with my bros Roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking [Verse 3: $LICK $LOTH] Seven grams in the raw cone Fuck boy, it's my dick you can jump off Oh lord, I just popped me a xan bar Hold court when I ride with the pistol grip Talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average Bet sensei one stack if he smash it Woke up in the AM I heard that he passed it Migo and Meth and lil' Germ hit her backwards Northside Shawty got the 40 with the gaudy Purgatory is where I reside East side of highway fifty nine West side that MI crooked letter crooked letter I P P I We don't see time We don't decline, but we stay high Shadows under them street lights Keep hoes out of my sight Germ said he got that potent Ruby told Meth to roll it Know we keep the best of green so you know I'm smoking
Writer(s): Aristos Petrou, Jason R Antoine, Scott Arceneaux Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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