Weightless
Feel weightless
Pearl my woods, I need patience
Need my space, Mae Jemison
Now we taking off like races
Can't take it
Roll that shit up, I don't lace it
Brown liquor in my cup now I'm faded
Couple more hits of the 1882
In my emeralds, barely laced up
Maybe slip a lil bit, on the way up
Plug hit me say he got runtz
Already Kush in my lungs, but I ain't smoked that shit in months
Mixing the kush with the runtz
I can't tell which is which, so they both coming home
Faded for days in a row
Keep a eighth on me, that's three in a pre-roll
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
And I ain't been a fan, of your mans, cause y'all popping on the gram so
I'm a face a couple grams
Hit my plug for the eighth he the nigga with the plan so
And you probably need a xan, just to function, if it's drugs then it's bumping
If we smoke I need loving
Put the anger aside so we can get to fucking
Tell my bitch she my brethren
If she ain't into me she a product of bluffing
Got a call from my cousin
He just got out of jail and he tempted like Ruffin
To get back into thugging, but I told him just wait till my music get jumping
Then I'll take care you and your dukes, keep your daughter in school
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Roll my weed, grab my keys cause I'm finna' ride
If twelve don't see, then I'm clean cause my windows down
Back when a nigga used to cop by the G
Had no green, tank on E
Stuck in my college room with no food to eat
Was just me, me in my head
Couple nights even had a older bitch in bed
Pimp cane strong, thought you wasn't giving head
Nigga ruthless, who this
Thought you knew this, Oh shit
This is Knew shit, lil' bitch
Got the crew lit, oh yeah
Been a fucked up lil' year, but we still here can't fear
Got the moves, yeah
Tell em' move, where
Anywhere out my face like a broom swept
I'm a cool threat, with the ice step
Oh she don't like me, got the white tee
Tell em' wipe me down, like I'm Boosie
Cause I'm on kick shit, rock lee
Tell em' gone, this ain't for the weak
Pearl my woods, I need patience
Need my space, Mae Jemison
Now we taking off like races
Can't take it
Roll that shit up, I don't lace it
Brown liquor in my cup now I'm faded
Couple more hits of the 1882
In my emeralds, barely laced up
Maybe slip a lil bit, on the way up
Plug hit me say he got runtz
Already Kush in my lungs, but I ain't smoked that shit in months
Mixing the kush with the runtz
I can't tell which is which, so they both coming home
Faded for days in a row
Keep a eighth on me, that's three in a pre-roll
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
And I ain't been a fan, of your mans, cause y'all popping on the gram so
I'm a face a couple grams
Hit my plug for the eighth he the nigga with the plan so
And you probably need a xan, just to function, if it's drugs then it's bumping
If we smoke I need loving
Put the anger aside so we can get to fucking
Tell my bitch she my brethren
If she ain't into me she a product of bluffing
Got a call from my cousin
He just got out of jail and he tempted like Ruffin
To get back into thugging, but I told him just wait till my music get jumping
Then I'll take care you and your dukes, keep your daughter in school
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Woah woah, pour that shit slow
Roll my weed, grab my keys cause I'm finna' ride
If twelve don't see, then I'm clean cause my windows down
Back when a nigga used to cop by the G
Had no green, tank on E
Stuck in my college room with no food to eat
Was just me, me in my head
Couple nights even had a older bitch in bed
Pimp cane strong, thought you wasn't giving head
Nigga ruthless, who this
Thought you knew this, Oh shit
This is Knew shit, lil' bitch
Got the crew lit, oh yeah
Been a fucked up lil' year, but we still here can't fear
Got the moves, yeah
Tell em' move, where
Anywhere out my face like a broom swept
I'm a cool threat, with the ice step
Oh she don't like me, got the white tee
Tell em' wipe me down, like I'm Boosie
Cause I'm on kick shit, rock lee
Tell em' gone, this ain't for the weak
Credits
Writer(s): David Rhodes, Natalia Salter, Max Wolfgang
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