Blowing Trees
Adam on the track
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean (Gang)
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where I'm at (Ay)
Bitch I've been the king (Huh?)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Huh?)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where i'm at
Bitch I've been the king (I've been the king)
You know i keep that toppa on me, bitch I let it clap (Pow-pow)
This paper always on my mind, so Ima get that sack
I pass your bitch down to the bro and they gon' give her back (Ay)
She fucked the gang for some weed, that's that cat pack (That cat pack)
These ns speaking on my name, but I be in my lane (But I be in my lane)
No Twitter type and if It's up, I'm knocking out your brain
(I'm knocking out your brain)
You know they wanna be the gang, but they can't be the gang
You better not try to test me, bitch I let that choppa' bang (Rrrra!)
I be leaning shoo, but happy when I check a bag
I did the foreign it was fast, but I didn't crash
I rob a na, take a na, that with no mask
I hit the jets the jets like Jimmy Neutron, bitch I gotta blast (Skrrt, skrrt)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Ay)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where I'm at
Bitch I've been the king (I've been the king)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees (Huh?)
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Bounce out with that .44)
Got a mac, with a green bing
Pointing then you scream (Psh, psh)
At the top, you know where i'm at (Cezar, whoa, whoa)
Bitch I've been the king
(Krr-pow-pow-pow)
Im from the east coast, yeah that's Moldova, I know some Russians
(You can not stop 'em)
Big boat with 47's, get shipped in Boston (For the gang)
When I am up, in those States, bitch I feel like Stephen Austin
(Cezar, Cezar, Cezar)
RPG's, in your state, gotta blast no other option (Krr-pow-pow-pow)
Take a flight, I don't drive, (Cezar), I'm feeling sober (Oh, what)
Landing back, from Dubai, (clean), hop in the Rover (Rover)
Only 15, I got shows, (Shows), as if it's nothing
Hitting stains we up to something, cop a Benz we do rent nothing (Psh)
Fuck the lean, I got canabis, I be blowing trees
Got that heat, designer on me, feel like Lagerfeld (That's how I lead)
211, my dad crashed a Bentley, yeah that shit for real (I ain't cappin')
Check the stats, it ain't going back keep talking to the feds
(On God)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Ay)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where I'm at
Bitch I've been the king (I've been the king)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees (Huh?)
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Bounce out with that .44)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Huh?)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where i'm at
Bitch I've been the king (Rrrra, gang)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean (Gang)
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where I'm at (Ay)
Bitch I've been the king (Huh?)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Huh?)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where i'm at
Bitch I've been the king (I've been the king)
You know i keep that toppa on me, bitch I let it clap (Pow-pow)
This paper always on my mind, so Ima get that sack
I pass your bitch down to the bro and they gon' give her back (Ay)
She fucked the gang for some weed, that's that cat pack (That cat pack)
These ns speaking on my name, but I be in my lane (But I be in my lane)
No Twitter type and if It's up, I'm knocking out your brain
(I'm knocking out your brain)
You know they wanna be the gang, but they can't be the gang
You better not try to test me, bitch I let that choppa' bang (Rrrra!)
I be leaning shoo, but happy when I check a bag
I did the foreign it was fast, but I didn't crash
I rob a na, take a na, that with no mask
I hit the jets the jets like Jimmy Neutron, bitch I gotta blast (Skrrt, skrrt)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Ay)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where I'm at
Bitch I've been the king (I've been the king)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees (Huh?)
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Bounce out with that .44)
Got a mac, with a green bing
Pointing then you scream (Psh, psh)
At the top, you know where i'm at (Cezar, whoa, whoa)
Bitch I've been the king
(Krr-pow-pow-pow)
Im from the east coast, yeah that's Moldova, I know some Russians
(You can not stop 'em)
Big boat with 47's, get shipped in Boston (For the gang)
When I am up, in those States, bitch I feel like Stephen Austin
(Cezar, Cezar, Cezar)
RPG's, in your state, gotta blast no other option (Krr-pow-pow-pow)
Take a flight, I don't drive, (Cezar), I'm feeling sober (Oh, what)
Landing back, from Dubai, (clean), hop in the Rover (Rover)
Only 15, I got shows, (Shows), as if it's nothing
Hitting stains we up to something, cop a Benz we do rent nothing (Psh)
Fuck the lean, I got canabis, I be blowing trees
Got that heat, designer on me, feel like Lagerfeld (That's how I lead)
211, my dad crashed a Bentley, yeah that shit for real (I ain't cappin')
Check the stats, it ain't going back keep talking to the feds
(On God)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Brrrra-ba-ba-pow)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Ay)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where I'm at
Bitch I've been the king (I've been the king)
Smoking weed, blowing hella trees (Huh?)
I don't fuck with lean
30 clip, in that 40 stick
Shoot you in your splint (Bounce out with that .44)
Got a mac, with a green bing (Huh?)
Pointing then you scream
At the top, you know where i'm at
Bitch I've been the king (Rrrra, gang)
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Writer(s): Nicholas Simmons
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