Coldhart

I'm breaking down weed on my iPhone
She sendin' me emojis while I blow smoke
We can flex all damn night long
Baby I don't think we’re ever goin' home

I'm breaking down weed on my iphone
She sendin' me emojis while I blow smoke
We can flex all damn night long
Baby I don't think we’re ever goin' home

Gothboiclique and we posted in the back
And we’re dressed like that yeah yeah yeah

I got the guap in the club now
All I'm missing is you now
Baby won't you come around, round
And imma take you downtown

Blowing thrax, I’m in outer space
Taking fifty blunts to the face
I feel nothing, no
For the money she gon’ drop to the floor
Yeah, she sending me hearts all night
And when you text her she don't reply
Cause I’m the one she choosin’
I see Hollywood and we cruising
I'm breaking down weed on my iPhone
She sendin' me emojis while I blow smoke
We can flex all damn night long
Baby I don't think we’re ever goin' home

I'm breaking down weed on my iPhone
She sendin' me emojis while I blow smoke
We can flex all damn night long
Baby I don't think we’re ever goin' home

Gothboiclique and we never going back home
Oh, no, no, no