Uncle Iroh
Yes
And we smoke so much that we can't get high
We cried five times, but we had a good time
Hot damn, I'm the man, cripped up in a poncho
I got so fucked up in Toronto
I sew my eyes closed like a blindfold
Ice coat, green tea, whoa, Uncle Iroh
I went stupid on the wrist
I look candid in my pics
Who that talkin' all that shit?
I want him to meet my fist
We don't play that little bitch
You sorbet like counterfeit
I'm just gettin' off this fit
Tobi getting kinda thick
They don't know me, they not here
They could blow me, suck a dick
They don't know that I won't quit
They don't know I'm too legit
And my phone on two percent
I think me and you should dip
I wish you could take a hint
You're the one I wanna miss
I went stupid on the wrist
I went ugly on the rack
Yeah, I pulled up in the front
Sitting pretty in the back
Who that banging in the whip?
Your best friend said, "What is that?"
Now she's singing all my shit
My shit different when it hit
Now, who still think that shit don't stink?
Ain't nobody ask you what you think
Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple, it could be pink
I'm just a big ass kid
I had a dream and I took that risk
Man y'all really can't tell me shit
When I pull up, they say, "It's that bitch"
It's that nigga, yeah, six figure, I want like seven
The shit hit different, I'm high as Heaven
I just went missin', I need two seconds
The room keep spinnin'
And we smoke so much that we can't get high
We cried five times, but we had a good time
God-damn, I'm the man, cripped up in a poncho
I got so fucked up in Toronto
I sew my eyes closed like a blindfold
Ice coat, green tea, woah, Uncle Iroh
Does she really love me? How should I know?
She threw it back, like a quaterback, spiral
I cut it clean, sideline, like a tight rope
I wanna see how you look with my eyes closed
I save money like I just reached the Geiko
This not Off-White, bitch, it's Albino
I'm so blessed, bitch, I look like a Bible
I'm so stressed, you would think I had finals
And we smoke so much that we can't get high
We cried five times, but we had a good time
Smoke, smoke, smoke
And we smoke so much that we can't get high
We cried five times, but we had a good time
Hot damn, I'm the man, cripped up in a poncho
I got so fucked up in Toronto
I sew my eyes closed like a blindfold
Ice coat, green tea, whoa, Uncle Iroh
I went stupid on the wrist
I look candid in my pics
Who that talkin' all that shit?
I want him to meet my fist
We don't play that little bitch
You sorbet like counterfeit
I'm just gettin' off this fit
Tobi getting kinda thick
They don't know me, they not here
They could blow me, suck a dick
They don't know that I won't quit
They don't know I'm too legit
And my phone on two percent
I think me and you should dip
I wish you could take a hint
You're the one I wanna miss
I went stupid on the wrist
I went ugly on the rack
Yeah, I pulled up in the front
Sitting pretty in the back
Who that banging in the whip?
Your best friend said, "What is that?"
Now she's singing all my shit
My shit different when it hit
Now, who still think that shit don't stink?
Ain't nobody ask you what you think
Two white cups and I got that drink
It could be purple, it could be pink
I'm just a big ass kid
I had a dream and I took that risk
Man y'all really can't tell me shit
When I pull up, they say, "It's that bitch"
It's that nigga, yeah, six figure, I want like seven
The shit hit different, I'm high as Heaven
I just went missin', I need two seconds
The room keep spinnin'
And we smoke so much that we can't get high
We cried five times, but we had a good time
God-damn, I'm the man, cripped up in a poncho
I got so fucked up in Toronto
I sew my eyes closed like a blindfold
Ice coat, green tea, woah, Uncle Iroh
Does she really love me? How should I know?
She threw it back, like a quaterback, spiral
I cut it clean, sideline, like a tight rope
I wanna see how you look with my eyes closed
I save money like I just reached the Geiko
This not Off-White, bitch, it's Albino
I'm so blessed, bitch, I look like a Bible
I'm so stressed, you would think I had finals
And we smoke so much that we can't get high
We cried five times, but we had a good time
Smoke, smoke, smoke
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwatobi Adeyemi, Benaiah Mwenifumbo, Maximilian Mueller, Josh Goldenberg, Matteo Woods, Austin Marc
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