Young Stoner Life
Intro (Blue Devil)
[Verse]
Let's make a toast, and relax in the sun
Or we can go to the strip club and throw up 10,000 ones
Creepin' late night with a bad bitch
Actin' like a n***a never had shit
I fuck with movie stars, I fuck with actress
High as Aladdin and I am a savage
Just came back from Paris
Rockstar lifestyle status
Gamblin', that's a habit
We wear high end fashion
Country boy, we tax him
Hold that boy for ransom
Disappear work just like magic
This is a Balmain jacket
Spikes on the glove, OG Mac'in
And we do not have to practice
Light up the backwood and pass it
We toastin' shots in the mansion
Came from the trap, I used to have bricks in the pantry
Fuckin' on nothin' but models and dancers
All the old bitches, they say that I'm handsome
Stars in my ceiling, pull up in the Phantom
Used to have nothin' and we came a long way and look where we at
Used to have nothin' and we came a long way and look where we at
Thugger, he signed me a check
Wished me nothin' but the best
They hatin' me cause I got next
I just want shit on my ex
We fly private jets