Letras
Yo
Y1
I'm bullshittin' (Maybach music)
Hey pass my blunt
Okay
Hope it's a crazy story behind that love to my G, I met your mama
Right now the views is summer, paradise posted outside smokin' on guns
That's on you for feelin' how you do, I politely turn down your offer
So many chopped hoes in the vicinity makin' me reconsider a roster
Currently face covered by my hood
My face card good, everywhere I'm at leave with a five-star view
Everywhere that I go I feel like playboy match
You got to trust my space
Stop blowin' my phone with these questions like where you at
You ask around you're goin' to hear I never lied to find matter of fact
Twins done pulled up on me and some unknown shit
I ain't never even seen that
Your hoes swipin' up with hard eyes to my story
Told 'em that I need that
I might need that motherfucker suin'
How much I smoke tell my CPAP
Not one fuck to give in the world
One hand on the wheel, other on my seat back
The energy high inside this room
Come on, let's put it to use
Rollin' skin blunt shoes and grub
You need a paper, yo' leaf too loose
Doin' anythin' to stop arguin'
Totally asses me not you
I could be a lot of things
But green ain't one show love to who see it through
Got to be different
So that's what's normalized
Go outside a trend today
I know enough off radio body language
Make sure your friends say
Do what I can with a time
Celebrate like birth on my dead day
Rollin' heavy high as hell
Movin' on to the next I'm tryin' to segue
Let's go
There's a crazy story behind that love to my G, I met your mama
Right now the view is summer, paradise posted outside smokin' on guns
That's on you for feelin' how you do, I politely turn down your offer
So many chopped hoes in the vicinity makin' me reconsider a roster
Currently face covered by my hood
My face card good, everywhere I'm at leave with a five-star view
Everywhere that I go I feel like playboy match
You got to trust my space
Stop blowin' my phone with these questions like where you at
You ask around you're goin' to hear I never lied to find matter of fact
Y'all yeah, fuck you
Talk about fuckin' me, you feel me
I don't care if I do
Still keep on goin'