Still Smoking

I had a dream i was rich So I woke up and roll me a blunt And went chase me A bag Can't leave wit out fire On church no lie If he try like he high He get pop like a tag Let dat shit ride like tav Or uber or lyft or a cab Excuse me wait Dats just the tab talking Money calling here the bag talking Count racks and I hit my dance onem Jack who bihh I put dat fan onem Open ya face like can homie Repeat dat shit fuck Was you saying homie Grown asf niggas ain't playing Swimming wit sharks and barracuda Niggas be snakes like medusa aye Kuz um number one big kahuna Roll another wood still floatin Twelve just pass by still smoking Four deep four blunts in motion Two cups one pill um rolling Blunt five blunt six still blowing Dats thug my bruddha from the mud Look at drip whole fit like a flood Cartier frame no smudge If she don't give brain Ion budge You did great but you need practice Three five hitten like cassius klay Um to fire didn't need matches aye Keep fire any nigga might crash today How I stepppin I'm fitted I'm fresh Hmm Good pussy equal no stress On my head like a halo she blessed Uno dos tres racks Blues gimme denero Gold on my body like pharoah She get da point like arrow She let me slam pussy like I'm eddie gurero Aye stop texaco fill my tank Remeber broke days pockets blank Now i keep ben frank in da bank Pardon me i'll spark da heat Slide for free if you nervous can't ride with me Am i fucking dat bitch probably Ion choose cuz im chose yea obviously Big drip stevo tellem how we do it fratt Fresh fit stick on me Doa finished dat Aye Smoking on za like jamaica I need to grow me a acre I'm tryna ball like a laker Head shot I'll give you a taper Kickin dis shit like in labor You do it big dis a major We bout dem pesos yea paper I fill blunt up with ature Bitch check da sauce and da flavor I still got love for a hater Still don't do favors Yea yea yea yea yea I'm in dis Bitch getting blowed He trap but he never had a bo's I chase dat check not hoes I'll pull homicide for my bros Za got me stuck my mode Um strapped at all my shows Guaranteed to let dat biih blow I just smoke two woodz um on mars It's hard to stay awake They glamorous the money and cars It's hard to stay away Yea nigga made it this far Haters can't celebrate I should gone regulate No time to speculate Gold on my teeth Like project pat dats facts And I'm bout racks Like Jigga Cut throat world ion trust myself or Dis bitches even these niggas Aye Still in the mud Make look good Nigga stay fresh No stress Seem like I'm bless I ain't been in bama like six years I been cali nun like da Wes Two huned five I ain't saving no bitch or no thot Still keep it pimpin true Hole in my heart no feelings Rip brandon rip arron true Fresh out da city church I just post bail wit my esa Oh her some rackey's Cause I keep it on me like arms Getcha ass stretch Smoke like a ashtray Aim dat bihh dat way Shoot like I'm petway Either your life or your bitch SVL slum lyfe buissness You get lost like city olympus Bad bitch poppin dat pussy While you count dat money Sauce so drip um stuntin Count dis grip tryna get at least hunned Keep thumbin Kick my shit still puntin Blue face cemetery pockets so haunted Aye aye aye Tie your shoe and Quit trippen bout fuck shit My niggas touch shit Dpc thug Shit Slide and we dust shit Snooze and we hush shit Nigga no questions Only suggestions Aye aye aye Keep yo glock and be ready to bust it Bullets be hot like they came out the oven Yea yea yea yea Talking my shit Bad lil bitch wanna suck on this dick Yea Yea Um to legit Mc hammer I keep strap It's aint in my lap It's in my hand Bitch um the man Bitch im Let dat biih Let dat biih I'll let dat biih Yea yea yea yea Yea yea yea yea Yea yea yea yea