Lyrics:
my cool and introduce
She levels out my league but I kinda wanna see what we could produce
She let me spin her like a DJ so I had to screw
I snuck
Me
Come Ride Through These 3rd Row's,
And Let Me Show Ya How I Puttin' In Work Goals
The 4-4 Bulldog Small Enought To Fit In A Nigga Boot
So It's
ain't finna pass me by
Slow up, I ain't mean that so what
You ain't gotta ask me why
Grow up, 'bout time that you own up
Talking 'bout let's rewind
Roll
Yeah... yeah yeah
Is it on?
(Yeah)
I don’t hear it
Hold on... Let me try it real quick
Roll one
Two cups
Threesomes
Want this for life
High fives
We
Patek Philippe is getting heavy
Time to bust it down
Sad to say that you ain't with me
I thought you'd be around
Cuz you the talk of the town
Oh you
I need a little time out
I heard it's good for you I think it's true
I got impatient right when I smelled it
We all need something to get us through
Moonshine
Rum, whiskey, and rye
We give the time and sale to the mountain trail
But we pour that hard in a jar
Let's write some moonshine
Little by
yeah yeah
Good vibes, good vibes yeah yeah
Ayo Paul, where the gang at?
Me and Rafe got a plan where the man's at?
Let's, link up its overdue, light
even gotta stay
We smoking joints, four in the morning, wide awake
Don't book the flight, I get the plane
She hit it once, then I roll another J
at the rent that we pay
My heart has been feeling the clear mountain call
From a holler carved out by the spring
We've both given enough so let's pack up our
the fence they be strattling
They dip, flip and fry you like some battering
Never been one to roll wit a pack
Most times roll solo in fact
Grape juice,
will roast you.
In the game Solo, I leave anybody 2 times 4
Assassinate rappers the moment they intervene
In the lab mixin' like a scientist
Tryin'
know, Why
While I am alive I will grow
I will show, Watch me
Blowing my doja
Throwing my 4 up
Came from a city where a nigga my tote up
Roll up roll up
though the grounds hard
Bitch, I wasn't born till 99
Every trip upon the thought times flying by?
I've been listening to history class
Old school but new
with mine
She said she wait for the Carter to 69
I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait"
I value her time like an Audemars Piguet
And we gonna stay current like
ain't returned
I wish I would
I roll my problems in the woods
Sit back and just l let it burn
Misunderstood
I have no fucks to give
I seen the cold
Still moving this flavor
With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over
Nah let his hand swing
I ought to punch a hole in his palm with these pointy ass rings
No more said, knew your chump ass was dead
When I saw the four
Sunday mornin', man, she woke up fightin' mad
Bitchin' and moanin' on and on 'bout the time I had
And by Tuesday, you could say that girl was good
collab it came with a bow
New bag came in gave it to my hoe
New balenci cost a lot of dough
New trainer runners get em by the load
New Fendi pouch I got
on surface
Look but I feel this good in so long I am living past In so long
I've been on my grind for so long so long so long
Moody moody moody moody I just
Look for fun cause you lost it
Tryna have a good time, let me show you what I'm offering
Every time when you pop in
I see your body move to beat so show
when I roll yeah I stand on my own two
Sometimes I've fell through and I've never let loose
Just let it settle cos I aint messing
With them little bitch
like you boxin', baby, fuck the law
I'mma give you Johnny Cochran, baby
But you ain't my lady, this is just a good time
After I bust mine, I'mma tell
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