Sleep Apnea
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Ya ya
Pump the gas shit got me swerving
They need a show open up my curtains
I met some hoes they thought they were worth it
Got them titties out they be nursing
Buddah showing love
In every way
I got another one
He be on the way
Man its Hippie Gang
Fuck what you say
Buddah till I die mortal minds ain't the way
Money calling
Another new number
I catch the sight of balling
Seeing that you fumble
Oh how they treat me differently tis hating season
Uh y'all can hate as long as your girl on my penis
Wait till the day they say Buddah is a genius
I'm rapping out my heart no I ain't staying lenient
Smoking up with chicks some of them move like lesbians
Push to start and I'm on my high horse again
In my own lane I don't see no one in line
Sleep apnea they falling on me all the time
Bounce back
Woke they ass up like that
Bounced back
On road 'cause a hippie touring raps
Hit my line
Money all the time If I make it one time
I'll make it three time
Someone watching over me 'cause all of this a sign
I don't like the chitter chat I stepped up the grind
Ego Packed in my Perry Ellis jeans
We different cloths you can tell by my seams ya
How you living boy that ain't the way to be ya
Second guess myself shit I really had me sleep ya
In and out
Of my daze
Got them opportunities I'm getting paid ya
They ain't catching Z's with me they wide awake
I push the gas down before I get there late
Lord this a sign
Keep it locomotive
They grab my shoulder and they feel that it's the coldest
Still hot if you need a cup of Folgers
That modern day hippie take some time to notice ya
It's like resurrection
A whole new sound stepping in like freshman
Beat it up like a welterweight champion
She a bird know I'm higher than this plane man
In my own lane I don't see no one in line
Sleep apnea they falling on me all the time
Bounce back
Woke they ass up like that
Bounced back
On road 'cause a hippie touring raps
Hit my line
Money all the time If I make it one time
I'll make it three time
Someone watching over me 'cause all of this a sign
I don't like the chitter chat I stepped up the grind
Ooh, oh, oh
Ooh, oh, oh
Ya ya
Pump the gas shit got me swerving
They need a show open up my curtains
I met some hoes they thought they were worth it
Got them titties out they be nursing
Buddah showing love
In every way
I got another one
He be on the way
Man its Hippie Gang
Fuck what you say
Buddah till I die mortal minds ain't the way
Money calling
Another new number
I catch the sight of balling
Seeing that you fumble
Oh how they treat me differently tis hating season
Uh y'all can hate as long as your girl on my penis
Wait till the day they say Buddah is a genius
I'm rapping out my heart no I ain't staying lenient
Smoking up with chicks some of them move like lesbians
Push to start and I'm on my high horse again
In my own lane I don't see no one in line
Sleep apnea they falling on me all the time
Bounce back
Woke they ass up like that
Bounced back
On road 'cause a hippie touring raps
Hit my line
Money all the time If I make it one time
I'll make it three time
Someone watching over me 'cause all of this a sign
I don't like the chitter chat I stepped up the grind
Ego Packed in my Perry Ellis jeans
We different cloths you can tell by my seams ya
How you living boy that ain't the way to be ya
Second guess myself shit I really had me sleep ya
In and out
Of my daze
Got them opportunities I'm getting paid ya
They ain't catching Z's with me they wide awake
I push the gas down before I get there late
Lord this a sign
Keep it locomotive
They grab my shoulder and they feel that it's the coldest
Still hot if you need a cup of Folgers
That modern day hippie take some time to notice ya
It's like resurrection
A whole new sound stepping in like freshman
Beat it up like a welterweight champion
She a bird know I'm higher than this plane man
In my own lane I don't see no one in line
Sleep apnea they falling on me all the time
Bounce back
Woke they ass up like that
Bounced back
On road 'cause a hippie touring raps
Hit my line
Money all the time If I make it one time
I'll make it three time
Someone watching over me 'cause all of this a sign
I don't like the chitter chat I stepped up the grind
Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Grant
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