Rapdawg

Bill it with bros
It's 4/20
I'm rolling up cones
We got plenty
And I'm in my zone
So don't test me
Stay fly like a drone
She wanna impress me

Ahh
She wanna impress me
Ride that fast like a jetski
She only want cocky that's lengthy
Sucking all up on my testes
Don't do sides she my bestie
Lemon in my zoot thats zesty
Take that smoke to the chest g
Is the money all there? But it best be

Not a trapstar
But I Rapdawg
I'm not loud but these packs are
I stuff the buds in a glass jar
And I blow smoke in my back yard
Like usain I'm a track-star
Musics loud in my ahks car
He be whizzing round like it's nascar
N I sleep well cus I stack large

Bill it with bros
It's 4/20
I'm rolling up cones
We got plenty
And I'm in my zone
So don't test me
Stay fly like a drone
She wanna impress me

Hunt me a kill
Pockets we fill
Me I got locks on the target now
Hot when I spill
Cooking I grill
Bread and the dough that I harvest now
Hardest out, me and my dawgs we ain't barking now
Sparking loud, charging now
I'm a Martian now see I'm spacey
wow
wow
WOW

You could never walk like me
Talk like me I'm a hawk my g
Too fly too high watch me soar my g
Like you could never you could never walk like me
No Way
You could never walk like me
Talk like me I'm a hawk my g
Too fly too high watch me soar my g
Like you could never you could never walk like me

Yo Linkz, let's get shit popping
LB in the booth mans plotting
I got Ps so I might go shopping
Crowd surf got the whole room bopping
I smoke buds and the buds they tropic
I kill tracks and I ain't done stopping
I kill tracks let them rest in coffin,
Got powers man I smoke that Austin,
Bow
BOW

Bill it with bros
It's 4/20
I'm rolling up cones
We got plenty
And I'm in my zone
So don't test me
Stay fly like a drone
She wanna impress me



Credits
Writer(s): Luke Ball
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