AsTheWorldHasATendencyOfDoing
When the birds fly south and the snow come down and the crops all die
Bitch I'm outside
Rolling these bones now, bones be high
If I ever go broke like I was last year
I'm not even gon' lie
Bitch I might ride
Bitch I might steal
Bitch you might die
Browning logo, moving slow mo'
Cohoctah woods, but I'm still in noho
Eyes like go pros, I catch the low low
I see what you don't, I know what you don't
Ghillie suits now, lying with goose downs
Skeptic critics say that I'm the proof now
Hope they hate me, I really mean that
Change the game bitch, who brought the scene back
Let the fans down, I picked the fans up
Look a band down, I got our bands up
Everything is just like I'm dreamin'
If you ain't you bitch, you ain't leavin'
You ain't breathin', we ain't teasin'
Always droppin', never take a breather
Showin' up is just conceding
They wanna meet us, they wanna be us
But they can't could ride in beamers
But we riding in vans
Wanna see us
This around the van
With the window tint
Make sure they can't
I'm just tryna get home safe
Roll me up a big ol' eight
I'm just tryna get home safe
Roll me up a big ol' eight
Feeling something like Joni Mitchell
I've seen some shit and speak on the issue
You live in hand but you talkin' pistol
Tell me how the fuck that work when they come with missiles
They banging now, you laying down
Spraying rounds so you praying now
Don't be barking if you ain't gon' bite
'Cause we all know people that will tonight
Bitch I'm outside
Rolling these bones now, bones be high
If I ever go broke like I was last year
I'm not even gon' lie
Bitch I might ride
Bitch I might steal
Bitch you might die
Browning logo, moving slow mo'
Cohoctah woods, but I'm still in noho
Eyes like go pros, I catch the low low
I see what you don't, I know what you don't
Ghillie suits now, lying with goose downs
Skeptic critics say that I'm the proof now
Hope they hate me, I really mean that
Change the game bitch, who brought the scene back
Let the fans down, I picked the fans up
Look a band down, I got our bands up
Everything is just like I'm dreamin'
If you ain't you bitch, you ain't leavin'
You ain't breathin', we ain't teasin'
Always droppin', never take a breather
Showin' up is just conceding
They wanna meet us, they wanna be us
But they can't could ride in beamers
But we riding in vans
Wanna see us
This around the van
With the window tint
Make sure they can't
I'm just tryna get home safe
Roll me up a big ol' eight
I'm just tryna get home safe
Roll me up a big ol' eight
Feeling something like Joni Mitchell
I've seen some shit and speak on the issue
You live in hand but you talkin' pistol
Tell me how the fuck that work when they come with missiles
They banging now, you laying down
Spraying rounds so you praying now
Don't be barking if you ain't gon' bite
'Cause we all know people that will tonight
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Elmo O Connor
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