710
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
710 took a dab look at that
Let out a laugh hell yeah smokin' gas
Always dreamed of moving bags legal trap
Right now just smokin' pack and makin cash
By noon
It's high noon
Hit me like a typhoon
Crystal moon-rocks
Distillate gorilla glue lock
My blunt it's a true shock
It's so lit
Had to make it rip
So fuck it shit might
Roll that bish
On a gram of shatter
THC-A in the fucking matter
Smoke it like it's badder
Call me mad hatter
Call me mad hatter
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
Hit too hard I'm feeling dizzy
For my opp I'm never busy
I'm always free, come catch a finders fee
That's an ass whopping like I'm Mr. Lee
Where where where ya be
Bitch be hide from me
Cause I know ya won't ride for me
Like honestly, I want ya to die for me
But ya already heard that line ya see
Yuh
Through the clouds I see
Heading towards the sea
But I'm filled with glee
Kamikaze you see
Yuh
Bitch I'm exploding
From all this overloading
But it's cool I'm loaded
In the end I'll be goated
Bish I'm never croated aye
Gods I'ma dethrone em aye
Yeah I'ma zone em yuh aye
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
I'm high up with my brudda
Refusing to chill in gutters
Making everyone shutter
Oh what ya mutter
Okay let me declutter
So I can lift my routers
Then move onto the others
Ohhh I'm painting blood color
Yuh hope I don't hit ya mother
Cause honestly I love her
Just kidding use that hoe as cover
So I can get this light off
You won't hear a light cough
With the shit I'm like Randy Moss
Skills skills skills I floss
Swear bitch we the boss
Like Rosey said we got the sauce
Yeahhhh yeahhhh
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
710 took a dab look at that
Let out a laugh hell yeah smokin' gas
Always dreamed of moving bags legal trap
Right now just smokin' pack and makin cash
By noon
It's high noon
Hit me like a typhoon
Crystal moon-rocks
Distillate gorilla glue lock
My blunt it's a true shock
It's so lit
Had to make it rip
So fuck it shit might
Roll that bish
On a gram of shatter
THC-A in the fucking matter
Smoke it like it's badder
Call me mad hatter
Call me mad hatter
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
Hit too hard I'm feeling dizzy
For my opp I'm never busy
I'm always free, come catch a finders fee
That's an ass whopping like I'm Mr. Lee
Where where where ya be
Bitch be hide from me
Cause I know ya won't ride for me
Like honestly, I want ya to die for me
But ya already heard that line ya see
Yuh
Through the clouds I see
Heading towards the sea
But I'm filled with glee
Kamikaze you see
Yuh
Bitch I'm exploding
From all this overloading
But it's cool I'm loaded
In the end I'll be goated
Bish I'm never croated aye
Gods I'ma dethrone em aye
Yeah I'ma zone em yuh aye
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
I'm high up with my brudda
Refusing to chill in gutters
Making everyone shutter
Oh what ya mutter
Okay let me declutter
So I can lift my routers
Then move onto the others
Ohhh I'm painting blood color
Yuh hope I don't hit ya mother
Cause honestly I love her
Just kidding use that hoe as cover
So I can get this light off
You won't hear a light cough
With the shit I'm like Randy Moss
Skills skills skills I floss
Swear bitch we the boss
Like Rosey said we got the sauce
Yeahhhh yeahhhh
No we don't give a fuck
No not one
We couldn't if we want
There you go try and taunt
But here we go with the sauce
It's what you want
Ain't it
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Writer(s): David Rose
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