Loud pack in my bag
Saq lunch

Wht u mean
I dont sip
Tht much

Wht u mean
I dont roll
Fat blunts

If u ain't
Fw me
Tht sux

I might cop the polo
I might cop the gucci

I came to the plug
And we eatin sushi

Its comin in the mail tmrw
Soda in my cup
Wash away the sorrow

I got too many bitches rn
Im smokin only the best of the loud
Ridin round town smokin strong pack
Lean wit your bitch and im on tht
I mean im off tht
I wish my songs slapped
I wish i had hunnid million dollar contract
But i dont
Im just smokin at home
Sheddin tears and smoking blunts all alone