Letras
You can talk about me all the fuck you want. I don't give a fuck
I got mine, goddammit
You better hustle and get yours
The girl next door, you know her
Yo, man
Only matter of time before we hit the stage and blow up
Me and Brodie hop on anything and then we go nuts
Ride around the city, it ain't safe, so I pole clutch
Lil' bitch say she heard my song and now she so touched
Bro, that weed is bad, I be knowin' you don't smoke runts
Bring that paper if you wannna bag bitch, Ion like fronts
Last time I gave yo ass a bag, it took like eight months
Boogie say he wanna get high, he smoke like eight blunts
Yo dawg, hungry than the fuck, cause he ain't ate once
Told brodie, hit what's in my cup and its gon' face punch
No, unkie fiendin' for the juice, he need another pint
White runts inside the wood, I'm tryna find a light
Plug taxin' on the loves, but I'ma talk him down on the price
Bitch tried to eat me up with hella teeth and she ain't bite
I be the smoke my lil za, but I ain't passin' shit
They used to laugh when I was down, but now I'm havin' shit
And I keep trippin' for no reason, he ain't havin' it
Plug got exotic for the high, you know he taxin' it
Plug got exotic for the high, you know he taxin' it
Plug got exotic for the high, you know he taxin' it
Plug got exotic for the high, you know he taxin' it