Rollin up grams by the 4 , before you even
Know it boy ya girl on go
I ain’t popped out fly in a rose (yet)
Made yo bitch fly out of her clothes (jet)
And this wood kickin , Tokyo
Young n***a whippin , no stove
I was starving came to you , no bowls
Same shit imma be on
We been dem n***as , we settin trends
And you n***as beginners
Fuckin wit strippers , give corner store n***a a single wit glitter , back when I smoked swishers , a simpler n***a
Blunts done got bigger
This money loud and it don’t speak broke n***a
Bag done got bigger
So I can’t be round no broke n***as
My n***as be focused on skrilla
Pass yo bitch and we fold her manilla
Flash zippers , we jack it , no Thriller
Ain’t millions , I can’t do no deala
Rollin up more than armadillos
Treat any beat like it’s my dinner
I’m trappin out cribs wit broke windows
But I’m fuckin vanillas in villas
Ayeee wait she givin me brain
My soul just flew outta my waist
Aye wait dank , damn this shit stank
I’m outer space , I think my shit laced
Ayeee wait you can’t get a plate
But
You can get the fuck out my face
Buds on my tongue leave a gross taste
(uhh) they shoulda left you off yo tape skud
Pour 8 in a liter that’s straight mud
Ain’t no features if you can’t pay none
I’m gettin to dem digits no fingers
Bitch mad cuz she didn’t get a ringer
Gas so loud its singing
Roll a backwood fat as a tree stump
Threw a lil EP in rotation , too impatient for my tape to come