歌词
Yea we gone
We gon see em off
Lead em out the door
Keep on talking mother fucker
Yea we keep on doing more
If we kept taly, laught taffy
I get the award
Willy wonka in the bitch
Yea take a step right in the store
Grown man yea and
I'm gunnin down ya stork
Aint even a baby nah you just an unborn
Pray to Jesus Christ but Jesus Christ
It's fucking Jason Bourne
When I spin an aly oop
I toss it, bkwds gets the court
We gon dunk up on this hoe
Not Oreos, I'm talking score
Always lighting up the fire
Got the grams we cooking s'mores
Big chuff 3.5 in a cannabis cigar
Big Dipper, what I follow
When I'm shooting for the stars
Put yo hands up
You ain't got no money on yo cards
I got cold hard cash
Kinda chilly wear a scarf
Wit yo old head ass
Tech wizzy with the bars
You might even think
We smoking crack in this bitch
Yea bkwds roll it up and go and
Pass me that shit
Bluejacket with the rips
He gonna Snapchat that shit
I do it anyways I know
It's bad for my health
I don't got a wish
I toss my stash in my well
Yea I spinning spinning spinning
Like the Tasmanian devil
Someday one day
See in the basque in the wealth
Written by: Isaiah Bluejacket Hasman, Marcus Samuel Sharp
