Young Stoner Life
Accident
[Intro]
These hoes got to hear this shit, Saucii

[Chorus]
I done ran this shit up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
Fuck these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack shit?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket shit

[Verse 1]
Trappin' shit, now I got my feet off in this rappin' shit
Both feet out the streets, I'm tryna see how far this rappin' get
Might be in too deep, but I ain't sing, so, how you think?
I ain't run out of this green, I run this shit up in my sleep
As a youngin chasin' dreams, I feel like Martin Luther King
I lost it all, I got on my knees
And I was beggin' God, "Please"
Everthing that look good ain't always what it seems
I'm still in thе hood like I ain't got nowhere to bе, 'cause I'm a G

[Chorus]
I done ran this shit up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
Fuck these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack shit?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket shit
[Verse 2]
Woah, my lil' whodie 'nem be whackin' shit (Whackin' shit)
Woah, bro still tryna get all that packin' shit (Yeah)
Nah, this shit ain't stolen, paid cash, n***a
Pink slip in the mail, that mean I'm in my bag, n***a
Told her, "Fuck with me," 'cause my bag bigger
Got that type of cash to make a bitch forget her last n***a (On God)
And I ain't even tryna brag, n***a (On God)
I know how it feel not to have it, n***a (On God)

[Chorus]
I done ran this shit up on a accident
He want smoke about a ho, I hit on accident (Slime)
Fuck these shows, if I go broke, we right back flippin' packs again
I feel like I'm chosen, package loadin', [I'm with jack shit?]
I see n***as jackin' (Jackin')
Dior on my jacket (Jacket)
I was never askin' (Askin'), I just made it happen (Happen)
I done turned my whole life around, who would've imagined this?
And I keep a whole lot of rounds, don't think my jacket shit (Woah, yeah)