Lyrics
(Im so high this shit like backwards to me)
(Wtf)
Blah, blah, blah
Huhuhuhuhuhuhuh
Yeah
Huuhuhuhuhuh
Spend four bands on a purse.
Hop out a coupe brand new Herse.
God gave me the keys to the world.
Except for controlling her.
And i know our time got cut short.
I don't care cuz your really what I love for.
Talk hot ill bomb, c-c4.
Posted in the trap with a claymore (yeah, yeah).
I dont play enough, yeah i need to play more.
I dont talk about kids, Dave Portnoy.
Bad bitch want to fuck with a real boy.
Bad bitch want to come to the cribbo.
I love you this shit fucked up.
I love you this shit fucked up.
Last time i was fuckin with a broke hoe.
My bro said to keep your head up.
My bro said to keep your head high.
I smoke a lot can go fly.
I feel like one if a kind, I know im (yeah)
Feel like, i feel like.
Yeah, i feel like
Hop out the car with a K, yeah.
Stuffing my shit in my safe, yeah.
So much money like a bank, yeah.
Bad hoe she give brain, yeah.
Know im not gone change, yeah.
Unless that moneys in my face, yeah.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.
Smoking weed get all the pain out.