Fanta

Hop up in that foreign whip Korean so I counted it Fifty different reasons just to slide Fuckin' count 'em bitch My double dutches chuggin' with the Runtz and OG all up in it Kush is fuckin' smelling good So much sticky green that it remind me of the fuckin woods (Of the fuckin' woods?) Hoe I been that man since way before my smokin' all the goods Always knew I'd end up with some ink and blunts but fuck a wood Pass it to the homies if I like you then we smokin' good Always been broke I ain't used to all the money Try to set it all aside But it ain't fuckin coming Day to day I get my green my momma told me eat 'em up She ain't know that I was smoking way before I brought it up I'm overthinking all my lyrics Focusing on getting digits Shorty seem to love it when I hold her Bitch I know my civics Spitting like impediments My flow eroding sediments If I ain't got the etiquette I'm sorry I ain't settled in Hop up in that foreign whip Korean so I counted it Fifty different reasons just to slide Fuckin' count 'em bitch My double dutches chuggin' with the Runtz and OG all up in it Kush is fuckin' smelling good So much sticky green that it remind me of the fuckin woods (Of the fuckin' woods?) Hoe I been that man since way before my smokin' all the goods Always knew I'd end up with some ink and blunts but fuck a wood Pass it to the homies if I like you then we smokin' good Blue bills swear that's all I need is fuckin' blue bills Two tone kicks on my feet call it shoe deals I swear I could never stop the hustle till an M Put the work in on my cleats I rock a Nike 'till the end Bitch I'm thumbing through my paper Spitting nicotine like vapor Hear my flow I swish around a fuckin shot like I'm a Laker Pickin' up the game these bitches pick me like I'm baker Told my barber fade me up that motherfucker hit a taper I don't usually write no hooks I let the Memphis samples do it Call it laziness or maybe I'm just in tune with my music All this water got me drippin' fuckin' rustin' like I'm Cusick Double dutches with my onions swear to god I ain't abusing Hop up in that foreign whip Korean so I counted it Fifty different reasons just to slide Fuckin' count 'em bitch My double dutches chuggin' with the Runtz and OG all up in it Kush is fuckin' smelling good So much sticky green that it remind me of the fuckin woods (Of the fuckin' woods?) Hoe I been that man since way before my smokin' all the goods Always knew I'd end up with some ink and blunts but fuck a wood Pass it to the homies if I like you then we smokin' good