Lyrics:
not sippin on 40s
I’m by myself, I’m just tryna quarantine
I’m smoking on Runtz, this shit got me soaring yea
I’m in the studio tryna make this enormous
know you wish you wore a vest
That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers
I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter
To this here, I'm no stranger
It's
Yea yea
Mas
Born and raised
G life
Hmm
But I don't mix up with no
Ay ya yai
Don't mind I sweet but I'm dangerous
Born and raised in Barbados
Got dem
deal
Nigga I'll tie your wife to a chair and blow that bitch up
You better fire proof your crib, I'll blow that shit up
I'm all about this crime
the lamb at the beach
Blowing money fast I'm the man just like meech
You holding out your hand you a leech
I broke as hell and got saved by the bell word
've been surrounded by delirium
Expounding all my lunacy and
Frowning in the mirror i'm mysterious
Greet peeps with a grin
Three sheets to the wind
Grim reap
it out
I'm sumpin' y'all dread like locks
Get bread by the flocks
Bitches love me and I'm duggy from
The head to the socks
Too much to handle, here
Willow
Smoke the Raw used to smoke the cigarillo
Don't smoke with the dutch, shawty talk too much
I'm walkin' with a limp but do not need a crutch
Had
Caution
Do not mix wit alcohol
It may cause drowsiness
Keep out of reach of small children
I roll it back, crack a dutch, have a sisip
Get
on me like she's doing double dutch
Double dualies on my hip as if I'm breaking in a truck
You can't tell me nothing, you fucking McMuffin
I'm sipping
school
I was impressed by the bling, now I'm influenced by the jewels
I sit alone in my room, I meditate and drink water
The Akashic Record spins, It Was
blunts already gone
I smoke by the zip you can smell it through the drip
Windows rolled up I'm bout to take a trip out of space
That purple flowers got
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
know you wish you wore a vest
That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers
I'll spray 'em, but I'm no painter
To this here, I'm no stranger
It's
get you Touched
Fuck round play with us, we gon' mix you up
Get you slushed, roll you in a dutch
Bitch, I'm back like a bad habit, uh
Jump like a jack
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Some days I just want to up and call it quits
I feel like I'm surrounded by a wall of bricks
Every time I go to get up I just fall in pits
My
Chains on my neck
Not a flex just respect
You a private I'm a vet
Elevating like a jet
Dedicated with no rest
Told my mom I'll be the best
My neck icy ice
Sitting in the lab, mix this, mix that
Make a tune from scratch
Got some fumes, not a scratch
Got a bitch, in the bag
I'll admit, she a snack
You get
the door made him fall
I guess he should of never hustled at all
You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill
day to day
Yesterday
I had my Dutch filled with pink lemonade
And I'm finna cop something new today
So wtf can a bitch ass nigga say
All of my niggas
I don't need no LUV cuz ima Thug you see
I swear I'll swing on any nigga Puttin they eyes on me
I said
I'm swerving through these lanes Wit fucked up
if not, where the hell did it go?
'Cause here I sit in Lucifer's den by the dutch oven just choosing to sin
Even if it means I'm selling my soul,
Grey be solo rolling Dutch
Up in that motherfucking dungeon
Buck you buggin'
I'm so ill I ain’t got nothing in my stomach
An abundance of you dummies
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