Dennis Rodman
(Relly Made)
(Ooooo ooooo ooo ooo)
(Yea Yea)
(Yea)
(Oooh)
(Ayo bleu)
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
Choppa do the sweeping
Loud pack leave me reeking
Sipping water fiji
Smoking blunts like weezy
Make this shit look easy
In the shadows creeping
Yeah cause i'm a demon
All black every season
Yeah bitch i'm a geeker
Chillin smoking reefer
Got holes in my sneakers
Smoking with my teachers
No i'm not a bad kid
Damn i love this cat piss
Blunt ash on the mattress
Weed stored in the cabinets
Got a thick blunt
Thick bitch just to match it
Rather cop some bud
Give a fuck about fashion
Got all this og
Looking like i'm trappin
I just be grinding
Tryin to make it with this rap shit
Music be the passion
I'm just tryin to cash in
I don't do no cappin
Damn this beat is slappin
Never slackin
Y'all be napping
Got this raw cone
Gorilla glue i pack in
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
If you run up, i'ma pop it, blue bills in my pocket
Hoes be pocket watchin', i got these n watchin
On my phone girls callin' told em leave me alone
Ballin by my lonesome, 'cause i got it on my own
Purple skies that mean purple rain
Purple in my blunt, that's purple haze
Feelin' better almost everyday
That's 'cause cash be comin in by the k
And this sprite bitch, ain't no gatorade
No 27 club, i am here to stay
Been waking up like who done died today
Lately i don't feel... the same
Yeah, getting bands by my lonely
(Huh) believe that it's my homie
In love with the cash, matrimony
Get too lost, like, where was i going
(Ooooo ooooo ooo ooo)
(Yea Yea)
(Yea)
(Oooh)
(Ayo bleu)
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
Choppa do the sweeping
Loud pack leave me reeking
Sipping water fiji
Smoking blunts like weezy
Make this shit look easy
In the shadows creeping
Yeah cause i'm a demon
All black every season
Yeah bitch i'm a geeker
Chillin smoking reefer
Got holes in my sneakers
Smoking with my teachers
No i'm not a bad kid
Damn i love this cat piss
Blunt ash on the mattress
Weed stored in the cabinets
Got a thick blunt
Thick bitch just to match it
Rather cop some bud
Give a fuck about fashion
Got all this og
Looking like i'm trappin
I just be grinding
Tryin to make it with this rap shit
Music be the passion
I'm just tryin to cash in
I don't do no cappin
Damn this beat is slappin
Never slackin
Y'all be napping
Got this raw cone
Gorilla glue i pack in
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
Smoking on exotic
Damn my bitch a goddess
Got blue bills
Blue dream in my pocket
Ball like dennis rodman
Top shelf i be coppin
Got a pocket rocket
Step up i'm a pop it
If you run up, i'ma pop it, blue bills in my pocket
Hoes be pocket watchin', i got these n watchin
On my phone girls callin' told em leave me alone
Ballin by my lonesome, 'cause i got it on my own
Purple skies that mean purple rain
Purple in my blunt, that's purple haze
Feelin' better almost everyday
That's 'cause cash be comin in by the k
And this sprite bitch, ain't no gatorade
No 27 club, i am here to stay
Been waking up like who done died today
Lately i don't feel... the same
Yeah, getting bands by my lonely
(Huh) believe that it's my homie
In love with the cash, matrimony
Get too lost, like, where was i going
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Writer(s): Jayden Richard
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