Lyrics:
ever let it slow up
We loud, that's pressure my gang finna roll up
Yeah you can say that's my therapy
Haters listen up carefully(aye)
You can't compete
Foo, we let em hem you up, yeah your life to take it
They say the tommy (?) all this shit
I'm lookin good off in these hoodies and these Nike kicks
Is it
do much, trying to have a good time
Got four bad bitches
Man the pleasures all mine
Girls kissing girls best believe
They all fine
Girls kissing girls
talent to the foreground and let your smoke be the background
Every time I go out, I'm goin to smoke out
I buy it don't even know the price
As long as I
a little luck
Yeah a Four leaf clover
Then we can celebrate
Now crack that forty open
Now roll that blunt for me
The Ubers here
In five minutes
Take a puff
the good times roll
These good times in our lives
You treat me like a quee-ee-een
In my heart, baby you're the king
Good times baby, let the good times
me know when to start
I wanna fuck and love you all for free
Keep you in good hands and company
Together let's mold a new family tree
My heart was
cinematic
Is it Leo or Depp
I don't know
Can we go
On a roll
cm I good
I don't know
So
Either love me
Or let me go
Don't let your mind
Intertwine with
on the stroll,
Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big Dan
We bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this,
Take ya glock off safety turn around and hit
bottle of good time
Burns like hell but it tastes like heaven
Get those bottles on the road young man
Oh I am a bootlegger
With a trunk load full
When my new shit drop watch ya all (Get up)
Every time we in ya hood watcha (Get up)
Let a half a clip loose at ya watcha (Get up)
[Verse 5]
it
(Aye)
Look last year did some humbling
Let's get high and start mumbling
But we get by with a couple hits
And a cup with friends
Too long doing this
to 60 in 4 flat, make you look inferior
Funny how my throwback matches the interior
I ain't scared of ya, c'mon let's be serious
Can't catch me I'm "2
I say 1 and 2, cant believe that is true
3-4, Only you that i adore
5-6, Enemies that want me pissed
7-8, Let them spit, let them hate
I say 1 and 2,
out brodie hit his bitch, shit
He prolly gon' cry
If it ain't the five-seven, shit
It's prolly four-five
RIP Hutch, look at the kit, shit
You'll prolly
And I'm good with this bottle of
Posted up with my trackie and new shoes
Bro can't roll with me cah he too loose
Got old friends that I've got to shoot
Free
Im taking time out
2 try to make things better
This my love letter
Im taking time out
2 try and make things better
Be right there 4 me just like
get to the point because time is money, guess I lost a dime
I can switch it up to one, two, three, four, five, six (RHYMES)
By the time you catch up
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
it up,
Shit Im barley getting started homie roll another one,
Come on N’
Chill, roll, smoke, vibe
That just how when go when you chillin by my
(x4
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
herself on tryna act good
I can tell her stats good
And that ass she pack good
For this trip just pack good
No FaceTime or MacBook
Let's get fried bae and I
fine, oh, I forgot to mention
GVO, good vibes and good rhymes just like the tribe
We catching stride, you feel the vibe, but yo, it's time
To get paid
picture
Four 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit you
I'ma touch a mill ticket, when I drop
Hit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rock
Tell them fake
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