Weekend in Troy
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night
Money coming, wait a minute
Hit my celly, shit ain't ringin'
I been raging, to the finish
I been winning, who you kidding
I'm like hold up, just a minute
I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
Dirty 'leven, keep it steady
Backup on me, Smith and Wesson
You don't know me, don't pretend then
I can't save you, call the reverend
Sorry I can't, read your message
Casamigos, on the beverage
Sorry I ain't, catch the reference
Smoking backwoods, that's my preference
Keep it silent, learned my lesson
What you know about it, I'm the better man
Damn you talk a lot, negro Letterman
But you ain't the boss you the setup man
Head spinning 'round like a ceiling fan
Red hair wild like a madman
Quarterbacking with no gameplan, but I win the game with just my left hand
Values on me that shit TBD, I'm hard to kill need a APB
All my chicken it be grade A, counting them checks from the DOC
Dog made a fortune off CBD, running game down in the DMV
Shit we was posted at Dollar Tree pushing iPhones with a 4G
I barely been 'round the block a couple times but everybody think know me
I just got off another fucking round so now I'm tryna keep it lowkey
And shit I don't really care if you fucking with me 'cause you know imma do me
Hotbox in the stash spot, bitch I been gone off the THC, yeah
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night
Money coming, wait a minute
Hit my celly, shit ain't ringin'
I been raging, to the finish
I been winning, who you kidding
I'm like hold up, just a minute
I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
I been ready, on go
It ain't easy, I know
Pop three in a row
All the drugs got me slowed
But these drugs ain't for show
Hold me down with my soul
I've been on, barely cope
I want ice on all my watches so my diamonds could fly (Diamonds could fly)
I want diamonds on my teeth so they get frozen in time (Frozen in time)
If I bought a new McLaren would I be out of line (Be out of line)
Feel like flexing for a little to distract me from dying
Yeah, drinking and smoking, smoking and riding
Remember I ain't have nothing to wear, and now I'm deciding
Remember I used rap back in my old school, they told me stay silent
Now I'm up they want show they support, well nigga I doubt it
Huh, since they dealt my hand I been moving scary, to make it out it take a Hail Mary
Whole hood moving military, niggas take your life from a Blackberry
Need a bad bitch like a Halle Berry, lil smart girl take her home to marry
In the moment now I can't think clearly, caught me lackin' once, it was momentary
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night (What a night)
Money coming, wait a minute
Hit my celly, shit ain't ringin'
I been raging, to the finish
I been winning, who you kidding
I'm like hold up, just a minute
I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
It's the weekend in, it's the weekend in, it's the weekend in
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night
Money coming, wait a minute
Hit my celly, shit ain't ringin'
I been raging, to the finish
I been winning, who you kidding
I'm like hold up, just a minute
I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
Dirty 'leven, keep it steady
Backup on me, Smith and Wesson
You don't know me, don't pretend then
I can't save you, call the reverend
Sorry I can't, read your message
Casamigos, on the beverage
Sorry I ain't, catch the reference
Smoking backwoods, that's my preference
Keep it silent, learned my lesson
What you know about it, I'm the better man
Damn you talk a lot, negro Letterman
But you ain't the boss you the setup man
Head spinning 'round like a ceiling fan
Red hair wild like a madman
Quarterbacking with no gameplan, but I win the game with just my left hand
Values on me that shit TBD, I'm hard to kill need a APB
All my chicken it be grade A, counting them checks from the DOC
Dog made a fortune off CBD, running game down in the DMV
Shit we was posted at Dollar Tree pushing iPhones with a 4G
I barely been 'round the block a couple times but everybody think know me
I just got off another fucking round so now I'm tryna keep it lowkey
And shit I don't really care if you fucking with me 'cause you know imma do me
Hotbox in the stash spot, bitch I been gone off the THC, yeah
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night
Money coming, wait a minute
Hit my celly, shit ain't ringin'
I been raging, to the finish
I been winning, who you kidding
I'm like hold up, just a minute
I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
I been ready, on go
It ain't easy, I know
Pop three in a row
All the drugs got me slowed
But these drugs ain't for show
Hold me down with my soul
I've been on, barely cope
I want ice on all my watches so my diamonds could fly (Diamonds could fly)
I want diamonds on my teeth so they get frozen in time (Frozen in time)
If I bought a new McLaren would I be out of line (Be out of line)
Feel like flexing for a little to distract me from dying
Yeah, drinking and smoking, smoking and riding
Remember I ain't have nothing to wear, and now I'm deciding
Remember I used rap back in my old school, they told me stay silent
Now I'm up they want show they support, well nigga I doubt it
Huh, since they dealt my hand I been moving scary, to make it out it take a Hail Mary
Whole hood moving military, niggas take your life from a Blackberry
Need a bad bitch like a Halle Berry, lil smart girl take her home to marry
In the moment now I can't think clearly, caught me lackin' once, it was momentary
Weed high, dose mild
Tongue-tied, oh my
Rewind, what a night
What a night (What a night)
Money coming, wait a minute
Hit my celly, shit ain't ringin'
I been raging, to the finish
I been winning, who you kidding
I'm like hold up, just a minute
I been rolling, got no limit
I been floating, on my lyrics
On my doley, counting digits
It's the weekend in, it's the weekend in, it's the weekend in
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Yinusa
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