(Hook) I'm on probation I can't smoke too much! Rollin through the streets almost sobered up 7 am and they know whatsup We be on the rise they just waking up No I don't supply i just smoke it up You got the wrong guys you don't know bout us This shit be too smooth for me to take it all Are you gonna break or fall? Nah I'd rather hit the stage with y'all
Bloaw, bloaw. Once I finish school i'll take you on a tour ow Ow started trying less and started getting more! And this ones for the nights spent on the floor Anything to move around this world It's that mista fel they all know me well Them subs be low as hell Everybody show love now We oklahoma bound Roll it up and blow that loud Feeling so strange they never own up to the shit that they say Do what I do what just to keep from my grave Sliding through the bus stops All bloodshot They be coming for my blood don't buss shots No no Down in montego bunnin right pon the dock We respect dem and dem respect us, oyy! Said it's that indie promo That empty solo So cal as cholos I move bicoastal I cut that choke hold Doing better than I ever done Young fel be the medicine Finna get 6 figures for my stepson Tell em move to the left we the next ones It don't stop til the end come Tell get some get some, get Some cops be trying to arrest us, depress us We the the ones without the weapons, good heavens Rock the stage until the people gimme love like I don get none damn (Hook) You might also like
Compositores: Christian Robert Felner (Felly), Hayden Robert Day ECAD: Obra #20245574