Lyrics:
brain
I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it
dawg, you got that good
Up in tha hood we callin' mint
Right another thing we do is blow call, it blew
We blow callin' cocaine, fuck head nah nigga
I've
I wanna hit line drives
Wanna lose weight and keep eating… for you
Hey, whats up doc?
Now I was raised in a sandbox
Next to you and her
You was
the tuck
Think the Xanax and the Endo Sack, make me slack?
Cocktailed or v'd up, gettin Swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
Don't blow my high
When
You tell me say life na turn by turn
30 years for the game e neva reach him turn
He been dey grind before he born him son
But he still neva blow yeah
blows up
Light by this path this path
Red the signal like
The violence violence
The beats I came up with
Came up with
Look at the boys
Even the boys even
or handle the pity
All I see is lots of titties
I know bunch of hippie chicks
That's ready to show me tricks
They doing the splits
I'm all up in the mix
Brook boy, you ain't bagged nothin', fuck outta there
Good weed, pretty girls in my whips
We be really in the mix
Cardboard boxes, say a prayer
If you want a t-shirt bruv just ask
If I see any more boy better garms
Ill put on my V for Vendetta mask
And come to your shop and
Start wrapping up
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
got a chopper, it don't go blam
Huh It go doo-doo-doo
Feel like Osama, I'm bout to blow up
Bitch, please give me some room
Niggas keep talkin' too
street exit
I pull up my truck, I'm stopping my soul
Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone
Hustler by nature (nature), buster by choice
I'm
Yee, Check, Ok
This one's just for Show, ya know?
It's like, Ay take one, Intro... Uhhhhh, haha
I ain't really focused on the blow up
I just spit
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
In the mix
Bad boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I wanna hear your
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
Bad Boys
In the mix
I
she stoppin by
Boy I gotta see it through
Yeah yeah
Boy I gotta see it through
If you mix in Henny and patron you prolly all good (Yeah yeah)
Boy I
Spark up the blunt, and gaze in the blaze of glory
Opening up discussing the games of our purgatory
Her Instagram was popping, she's crowded by the love
and the endo sack, make me slack?
Cock tailed or V'd up, gettin' swiss cheesed up
Please don't blow my high
(blow my high)
When I'm sippin' that purple
Told y'all, I told y'all, I told y'all
I told y'all (Ha ha hahaha)
I told y’all, I tote a tool
Bullet in the Glock and blow that
(Young Money) i told
Yeah
Ayo, Team UK, stand up (the moment you've all been waiting for)
This is the Grime mix (hello, good morning)
Skepta, Diddy Dirty Money
Montana’s
Fuckin’ up the climate by the way i do that rhyming
Like global warming i keep that heater
Year round boy dont try me
Passin’ plays for days like
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