Organik (feat. Ross, Keiji & LSB)
Vldset
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Throwing jokes Costello Vibing off no treble Give her dick no peso We bam bam no pebble Taking pictures with no flash in it Cruising while I got no dash limit Smoking on keef organic 973-ORG-ANIK Need a little help Activia All up in the cut bacteria And my new beats outstanding Finna stand out just to fit the criteria Claiming shit like I'm a fan Like I taught Meek how to use a rubber band Like working hard for two weeks hitting up a tan Swear all these niggas too weak bugging off a gram Tryna mix designer with the gold She just want the minor with the glow I'm like fertilizer with the mix I think she don't wanna see me grow Wasting bread on some car parts Momma never wanted me chilling at the ball park Now momma's telling kids watch out for the Walmart Gotta watch my six every time I hear the car start Throwing jokes Costello Vibing off no treble Give her dick no peso We bam bam no pebble Taking pictures with no flash in it Cruising while I got no dash limit Smoking on keef organic 973-ORG-ANIK Hit my line let's smoke this L Hang around me and I have that smell Shit turned daily and I'm like "Well..." Paterson raised my nigga can't you tell I just got a hold of the speed, demon Zooming down 80 nigga I'm screaming Bitch don't you test her she quick with the trigger That's my rear view I'm talking a mirror I'm always chill let me seek this thrill Gotta watch them pigs cause they still kill I don't need the proof, it's right in my face Cause they still doing it like back in the day Hold on tight to my seat I'm feeling woozy I'm falling asleep Two three blunts, damn nigga that's deep I'm on my own now I'm talking a league Had to check her out from head to her feet To see if that pussy I'm willing to eat Name a nigga better than LSB If you compare me to someone my word I'm a Smith I got that kitchen fire, plenty smoke I just hit my limit Run up peso Money gonna do what I say so Lord help me think the reefa calling Eight hits I'm ahead of it May be celibate F*ck a check I'm rolling independent Record labels wanna be a dentist Charging co-pays giving crowns Gas me up before I simmer down I'm like Harry Potter with the stick We like marijuana with the stink Need like five hundred fifty thou Bet I guarantee you would never see me again Like I'm better sane Bouta open up on your cellophane Niggas wanna crack for the medicine But they really soft like it's gelatin And when they get caught it's embarrassing Tell me how do we recover from when we lack winning When the most drug deals by the rehab clinic And by rehab clinic meaning we have clinics Not some angry motherfuckers yelling "We have gimmicks" Throwing jokes Costello Vibing off no treble Give her dick no peso We bam bam no pebble Taking pictures with no flash in it Cruising while I got no dash limit Smoking on keef organic 973-ORG-ANIK
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Written by: Jesse Dominguez, Keiji Villalona, Ruben Lebron
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