Letras
Throwing up, looking upside down
It's so funny 'til it all comes back around
Head spinning out, roundhouse kick
Got a fist up, never bent the wrist up
Pistol whip I get it lit
And then I'm out the door
Why you charged up?
Aggravated matador
AC in the whip
Icy on my wrist
But we still ain't got AC in the apartment
Carbon skating 'round some corners that I barely know
History inside the kitchen with my logic pro
PoPo act like roly-poly
They don't know we rolling, rolling
Toxins in that OG
Worried imma be like ODB
I pop on that OGC
I been stuck, stuck on looping beats
Keep my reefer up
That Blazy Suzan getting stuffed
Yeah
Feeling on my scruff
I'm twenty-two now, bro
That's fucked up
That's a commonality with me
Is this reality?
Look to the sky and make apparent these feet grounding me
Moved out to Nash
I thank above for those surrounding me
I'm blessed
Who knows if it's the allergies
And the quarter pounds of weed
Who 'gon pound with me?
Who down with me?
Aye, aye, aye
Who down with me?
Who down with me?
Aye, aye, aye
Who 'gon pound with me?
Who down with me?
Aye, aye, aye
Who down with me?
Who down with me?
Aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, yay
Throwing up, looking upside down
It's so funny 'til it all comes back around
Head spinning out, roundhouse kick
Got a fist up, never bent the wrist up
Throwing up, looking upside down
It's so funny 'til it all comes back around
Head spinning out, roundhouse kick
Got a fist up, never bent the wrist up
Got a fist up, never bent the wrist up