Chyeah
Got tree with the blunts
Gon roll it up
I got ho’s
Call em up
Got ho’s n***a
They all know wassup
Feel the bang in the trunk
Bang bang
There’s Crown Royal in my cup
Shorty say she wanna cut
Wanna fuck?
Hey, go on, pour it up
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round for the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round for the spirits

Another for the spirits
Wax so loud Ghost bang the chrome can’t hear it
Fear it, hit the shift and just gear it
Flame seared eat you just like nigiri fish
Music 90’s kitch
Hard? You still a kid
Fake views on the Youtube
Like we can’t see what the fuck you doin
Your career your life
I’ll leave you in ruin
No beer for me
I smoke all I need
Still move like Lee
Fuck your family tree
Thieves blood runs deep
Stay on your knees
Don’t fuck wit no drank so just match me on weed yuh
This team all I need yuh
Demons blood on the leaves
Imma get fucked up on the day Donald Trump leaves
Till then no drank stay smoking on dank yuh
Ha, ye, cuz we gold homie I’m cold homie, ain't even sell my soul homie

You messing with ONI
We flexing not posing
We testing the flow, pushing the boundaries
Round after round of the spirit
‘Bout to be drowned when I’m near it
Shots going down, fear I’m gonna black out
Never found my limit no I’ve never been about
Stress!
Timid little kid until the bottle brings the demons out
Yes!
In it til we win, gotta reason I invest
All the pain I’ve repressed, the rain of regrets
Blame it on the best alcoholic that I ever knew
You!
Who am I kidding? Proven a contender and it seems pretty fitting drinking booze with the splendor
Yo
Hold up
Think I go the black lung
Soul ruptured but I hope the spirits bring me back some
Up and coming ONI INC, you’ll like the fat lady sung, til then the rhapsody hums


Pulled up in this bitch
I hit 10k make a hater sit down
Couple of shots an some blunts had me lit now
You goin in on a bottle betta get Crown
They ho’s in the crowd often they get wild
They play my song in the club watch em get down
It’s 26 inch rims on the whip
You try to play Crown bitch you gon get clowned
Couple of hoodlums and hood n***as that I roll wit
Whippin the 95’ dipping like it was stolen
190 in the fast lane and we rollin
Molly and coke now tell me who can control it
JayGhostCrown pimp game rose golden
O N I way too fly you know this
In this game too flame all the ho’s shit
Rolled up blunts poured cups and some mo shit
Crown

Got tree with the blunts
Gon roll it up
I got ho’s
Call em up
Got ho’s n***a
They all know wassup
Feel the bang in the trunk
Bang bang
There’s Crown Royal in my cup
Shorty say she wanna cut
Wanna fuck?
Hey, go on, pour it up
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round for the spirits
Another round of the spirits
Another round for the spirits