No Fronts
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
Mail man make that drop off
Before I pick up
This bitch gets dropped off
She got the hiccups
& I got topped off
I lit that clip up
Now I'm chopped homes
Stackin big bucks
Rappin weed poems
I got that rig tucked
I'm holdin 2 zones
I'm high as fuck
Smokin a raw cone
Stuffed with real runtz
What the fuck you on
Bet not be smokin bunk
Niggas know what's up
When it comes to that funk
Sealed up in the trunk
Slam that bitch shut
Like an all star game dunk
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
Ben & Jerry my dunks
You fucks is outta luck
Smokin sour chunk
Got my feelin stuck
Smells like yuck
I ain't passing none
So if you want some
Best come with them ones
This shit ain't for fun
This shit for them funds
Early morning paper rising like the sun
Gotta move all this weight til it's done
Bad bitch hid them joints in her bun
We both got happy weight I'm movin a ton
Not wearin no dad hat but you could be my son
Smokin the whole pack nah I ain't savin none
My plug calls me Neo he said I'm the one
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
Mail man make that drop off
Before I pick up
This bitch gets dropped off
She got the hiccups
& I got topped off
I lit that clip up
Now I'm chopped homes
Stackin big bucks
Rappin weed poems
I got that rig tucked
I'm holdin 2 zones
I'm high as fuck
Smokin a raw cone
Stuffed with real runtz
What the fuck you on
Bet not be smokin bunk
Niggas know what's up
When it comes to that funk
Sealed up in the trunk
Slam that bitch shut
Like an all star game dunk
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
Ben & Jerry my dunks
You fucks is outta luck
Smokin sour chunk
Got my feelin stuck
Smells like yuck
I ain't passing none
So if you want some
Best come with them ones
This shit ain't for fun
This shit for them funds
Early morning paper rising like the sun
Gotta move all this weight til it's done
Bad bitch hid them joints in her bun
We both got happy weight I'm movin a ton
Not wearin no dad hat but you could be my son
Smokin the whole pack nah I ain't savin none
My plug calls me Neo he said I'm the one
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
That bitch all on me told her back it up
I'm all about the money gotta stack it up
Raw cones they be packed as fuck
Brought the menu to the venue had to pack it up
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
Ape head on the front
Of my hoodie I don't front
So nigga what you want
Only smokin raw papers no blunts
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Bruton
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