Rollin wit the homies and we smoking on chronic Life's just a high, everybody want it im just tryna fuck, can a nigga be honest? Drank in my left right hand supa sonic Rollin wit the homies and we smoking on chronic Life's just a high, everybody want it im just tryna fuck, can a nigga be honest? Drank in my left right hand supa sonic Its young Swain I'm touching I'm freaking I don't just talk She gushing- no reason I'm dirt smart: the mud on me greasy Had to work hard, these nuts don't come easy Tank on E, what ya got for me Race and do a lap around the block homie Ain't no hop out or wassup Boy just shut the fuck up and roll up another Summertime with the hotbox Keep it tinted cause the opps watch And I'm feeling like a top shot Too high to downgrade my fly I might skate on by, headed to that move Know some niggas in the Wood thats gon make that joog Southside Atlanta why I'm on that good Said Southside Atlanta why I'm on that good shawty Rollin wit the homies and we smoking on chronic Life's just a high, everybody want it im just tryna fuck, can a nigga be honest? Drank in my left right hand supa sonic Rollin wit the homies and we smoking on chronic Life's just a high, everybody want it im just tryna fuck, can a nigga be honest? Drank in my left right hand supa sonic Don't ash in my actavis Bitch you almost crashed my whip Shut yo mouth and pass the shit Smoked out to the max to this
Written by: Nick Swain
Submitted by: KeepitSwain on February 14, 2020
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