Lyrics:
My shits off the charts, yuh
I smoke J’s in parks, yuh
I’ll just go like carts, yuh
This is how it starts
I tell time in grams, weighing me down
Chorus
You can order it up like its fashion nova
You can get free shipping if your price go over
Checking it out right from the cart
Whip no key
Walking across the stars
Took the roof off of my car
Took a blinker from the cart
Not a Martian still I'm on mars
Told her I'm a stonernaut
Baby are
She like the way i swag my louis shoes no these ain't jimmy cho
Book a ticket to the west you know i gotta move
15 Got up off my ass now my pockets
the green one
First tape drop no problem now just watch how my whole team run
Burning up my throat tryna take this cart up to completion
I want to and I'm
cat, now he won't park it
I don't like driving foreign no more, I like the golf cart it
Forgot to tell a bitch I had AIDS, now the bitch startled
Hop
to believe you met your maker
Your imagination cut from cloth
Its hard to think that they'd be fakin'
Something that would get you off
Something that would get
I'm hitting on the cart, man
It's a whole lotta bottles poppin' round me I don't even bartend
And I love lookin' at my jewels, them bitches be flashing
Im checking the status I'm having a habit
I call my little youngin he stay with a ratchet
Pushing carts he stay with a basket
We ain't talking about
Be wise, be smart, behave, my heart
Don't upset your cart when she's so close
Be soft, be sweet, but be discreet
Don't go off your feet, she's so
to go for a ride on the neck cutter
Straight to the cart for the next spectacular
Just ignore the dead body sittin' next to ya
Get ready for
On the boat, and we getting hella lit
Look at these females man showing off they titties
Come closer and give Steezy a kiss
I smash and I drop them
(Yeah yeah)
I feel like I'm gone off them drugs, feel like I'm gone off them drugs
Feel like I'm gone off them drugs, feel like I'm gone off them
Mack House Entertainment
Mack & Dre the producers!
Positive no negative
Just bought out her shopping cart
Surf & turfin' red thots
School bus
Skittles in the cart, I got zaza in the backwood
Smoke all in the car, homie saying the sack good
We ain't going far, but I'm thinking that the pack
your own shit
Terpenes off the fucking bud
Maybe carts are fuckin shit
Thc be lame as fuck without that special type of shit
Motherfucking dabs make you
I'm living my life
Ride me like
A go cart
All we do is
Go hard
Best believe I'm
Living my life
My new bitch
Is freaky
Dripping need
A squeegee
Believe
got bands off telegram chat list
I hate niggas this racist passion
I got carts in the stall I'm packin'
Guard walked in you know I'm dashin'
Track twos
Oh where are you going said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you said Festel to Fose
We're off to the woods said John the Red Nose
We're off
luck is battin zero
Get your chin up off the floor
Mister you can be a hero
You can open any door
There's nothin to it but to do it
You gotta have heart
When your luck is battin zero
Get your chin up off the floor
Mister you can be a hero
You can open any door
There's nothin to it but to do it
You
Jill just go, Jill? He's a jerk off.
Just take your shit and go."
Your like "I cant just go Kim, its not that simple, my cd's are in his truck
I can't
war
No dem find them pon a cart dem problem are
[Verse 1:]
Full yuh take up badness mek up your mind same time
Cau Babylon no hitch when dem a blow
my camera lens
I flipped a cart
Flip phone, bruised shins
It's way more fun with the lights off
The world looks bright when you fuck off
I won't be
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