Log Cabin
Glasses on my face
This shit cost a thousand dollar's
Gelato to the face, I feel like i'm mountain climbing
Pull up to the party smell like cookie, Dolce and Gabanna
Pull up to the party, bitch you know that I got every kinda
Crud, big blunts, looking like I'm fina' roll a muthafuckin ounce
Pulled up to the party big amount, nigga betta not run his mouth
Duh, big guns, just in case a nigga get to acting wild
I ain't fina' play with nobody child, hit a pussy nigga with a hundred rounds (Get up)
Why the fuck is niggas still tryna sit around? (Get up)
On the airplane can't wait til I hit the ground (Lift up)
Know a whole lot of muthafuckas tryna be down (With us)
I pulled up to yo function, looking like I'm up to something
I just popped a something, I feel like I'm bungie jump'n
285 Junction in atlanta music bumping
I know you was fronted, ain't no future in yo front'n
Rolled so many backwoods
I could build a log cabin (Crud)
It all happened
Yea you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
And every-time I roll a backwood of cookie, it's stuffed
I take a puff soon as I wake the fuck up
My flow is unfuckwitable, so don't be push'n your luck
Fuck the police, cause they always tryna put me in cuffs
I'm somewhere chillin in the back, cook'n it up
Rollin stogies with the Og's, OG kush'n it up
I pull up to the party bitches lookin at us
We gone have some brand new carties if you lookin too tuff
Yea I seen you smoke a backwood, that shit was too small
If you tryna go to Neptune, then give me a call
Buy a pop and drop a perc in that and watch it dissolve
I'll climb up in the purple scat, and take the fuck off
I'll find out where you working at, and let some shit off
Damn, shoot in his head, like it was nothing at all
Then go back to the crib and then smoke til I fall
Yo mans wasn't gone get nowhere, cause he was fucking wit y'all
My plane just got in the air im bouta doze the fuck off
It ain't no smoking in this loft, I'm fina smoke in this loft
As soon as i see yo bitch, she take her clothes the fuck off
Insane flow, my chain gold, my ears froze the fuck off
Bitch I'm the great, it ain't for debate, pussy look me up
From the taste, i can indicate, if its indica
Rolled so many backwoods
I could build a log cabin (Crud)
It all happened
Yea you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
This shit cost a thousand dollar's
Gelato to the face, I feel like i'm mountain climbing
Pull up to the party smell like cookie, Dolce and Gabanna
Pull up to the party, bitch you know that I got every kinda
Crud, big blunts, looking like I'm fina' roll a muthafuckin ounce
Pulled up to the party big amount, nigga betta not run his mouth
Duh, big guns, just in case a nigga get to acting wild
I ain't fina' play with nobody child, hit a pussy nigga with a hundred rounds (Get up)
Why the fuck is niggas still tryna sit around? (Get up)
On the airplane can't wait til I hit the ground (Lift up)
Know a whole lot of muthafuckas tryna be down (With us)
I pulled up to yo function, looking like I'm up to something
I just popped a something, I feel like I'm bungie jump'n
285 Junction in atlanta music bumping
I know you was fronted, ain't no future in yo front'n
Rolled so many backwoods
I could build a log cabin (Crud)
It all happened
Yea you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
And every-time I roll a backwood of cookie, it's stuffed
I take a puff soon as I wake the fuck up
My flow is unfuckwitable, so don't be push'n your luck
Fuck the police, cause they always tryna put me in cuffs
I'm somewhere chillin in the back, cook'n it up
Rollin stogies with the Og's, OG kush'n it up
I pull up to the party bitches lookin at us
We gone have some brand new carties if you lookin too tuff
Yea I seen you smoke a backwood, that shit was too small
If you tryna go to Neptune, then give me a call
Buy a pop and drop a perc in that and watch it dissolve
I'll climb up in the purple scat, and take the fuck off
I'll find out where you working at, and let some shit off
Damn, shoot in his head, like it was nothing at all
Then go back to the crib and then smoke til I fall
Yo mans wasn't gone get nowhere, cause he was fucking wit y'all
My plane just got in the air im bouta doze the fuck off
It ain't no smoking in this loft, I'm fina smoke in this loft
As soon as i see yo bitch, she take her clothes the fuck off
Insane flow, my chain gold, my ears froze the fuck off
Bitch I'm the great, it ain't for debate, pussy look me up
From the taste, i can indicate, if its indica
Rolled so many backwoods
I could build a log cabin (Crud)
It all happened
Yea you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
Yea bitch you seen it all happen
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Writer(s): Danny Mellz
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