Woah!
Aye
Alright, let me adjust the mic
Hey what the fuck, you got a fuckin' problem?
Jeesh did another thing
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Uh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Look)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Aye, Jeesh)
Shining like crystal, you on dismissal
Tryna go shitpost, I got a pistol
Diamonds, they wish they hard as the shit I was spitting
.30 is on me when I'm in the kitchen
With them dishes
Try to play me, Imma cheat the system
Yellow everything, 'cept for them bitches
Put you in six feet, thats what I'm wishing
(Imma make you sweat)
Whoo, bandana
Drop a bass in this bitch just like Santana
Make you do a 180 like panoramas
I see the bigger picture, no damn camera
I might have to hit you with the ban hammer
I don't want you round here, you a damn scammer
Bitch its FNJ, Taliband$, and Man Bun
Get the brick like we building a sand temple, motherfucker
Fuck these hoes, I'll take you home
Lil' clouds, we smoking loud
Always working on my grind, know these hoes is basic
Never wanna waste your time, taking off on spaceships
Champs like Nav and Trav, never leaving without the bag
Driving in the night sky, where we getting so high
I don't wanna feel the pressure no more
Hope the time that we spend, baby girl, we take it slow mo'
Know everybody on my block, but I feel like a loner (Loner)
Hardest kid up on my block, and I don't got a boner (Boner)
Smokin' Backwoods left and right, my mom calls me a stoner (Stoner)
I get fucked up every night, I think I need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
We shoot on sight, you wrong, we right
Hop up in the Benz, smoke gas, then take flight
Beat a bitch's ass, I can go all night
Call me Young Grim Reaper, Imma pull up with the scythe
Yeah
Alright, let me adjust the mic
Hey what the fuck, you got a fuckin' problem?
Jeesh did another thing
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Uh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Look)
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Aye, Jeesh)
Shining like crystal, you on dismissal
Tryna go shitpost, I got a pistol
Diamonds, they wish they hard as the shit I was spitting
.30 is on me when I'm in the kitchen
With them dishes
Try to play me, Imma cheat the system
Yellow everything, 'cept for them bitches
Put you in six feet, thats what I'm wishing
(Imma make you sweat)
Whoo, bandana
Drop a bass in this bitch just like Santana
Make you do a 180 like panoramas
I see the bigger picture, no damn camera
I might have to hit you with the ban hammer
I don't want you round here, you a damn scammer
Bitch its FNJ, Taliband$, and Man Bun
Get the brick like we building a sand temple, motherfucker
Fuck these hoes, I'll take you home
Lil' clouds, we smoking loud
Always working on my grind, know these hoes is basic
Never wanna waste your time, taking off on spaceships
Champs like Nav and Trav, never leaving without the bag
Driving in the night sky, where we getting so high
I don't wanna feel the pressure no more
Hope the time that we spend, baby girl, we take it slow mo'
Know everybody on my block, but I feel like a loner (Loner)
Hardest kid up on my block, and I don't got a boner (Boner)
Smokin' Backwoods left and right, my mom calls me a stoner (Stoner)
I get fucked up every night, I think I need a chauffeur (Chauffeur)
We shoot on sight, you wrong, we right
Hop up in the Benz, smoke gas, then take flight
Beat a bitch's ass, I can go all night
Call me Young Grim Reaper, Imma pull up with the scythe
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastian Robbins, Joshua S Meredith, Vincent Valega
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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