Up
This shit hit like a old banger
It feel like the 80s
I'm getting paper
Gon stack it up
Yours don't hold any weight
Out here I'm moving these mountains
Like how
Cause I still got my faith
I ain't gonna quit
Til the streets and the subarbs
Is jumping real crazy
She steady tryna be whole
But she hate that I smell like a eighth
Yea I be smoking that Kellogg
No frosty
You know that be great
Eating these beats they so good
I'm a fat boy I empty my plate
Cuss a lil bitch boy out
Outside if I should
But I still say my grace
Woke up at 6 am
Meeting at 9
But I'm still gonna be late
She got the whole thing down
Dripping on a platter
And I'm stuffing my face
Roll up a whole damn pound
I don't wanna hear a sound
I just wanna escape
Away
Oh yea
Okay
Oh yea
Away
Okay
Oh yea
Oh yea
I be in the lane touchdown
I do my own thing
She ain't even let me get it out
She swallowed the whole thing
Never needed no short cuts
I followed the whole plan
Cooked the whole plot
And simmered up slow
Don't try to pass me no regular
Don't mean no sweat but I can't
Smoking on pollen
Grown from California
To Afghanistan
Jasmine Aladdin
We float off the palace
Don't care where we land
And I can't sweat no small L's
Can't see me fall
Cause I get the win
Woke up at 6 am
Meeting at 9
But I'm still gonna be late
She got the whole thing down
Dripping on a platter
And I'm stuffing my face
Roll up a whole damn pound
I don't wanna hear a sound
I just wanna escape
Away
Oh yea
Okay
Oh yea
Away
Okay
Oh yea
Oh yea
It feel like the 80s
I'm getting paper
Gon stack it up
Yours don't hold any weight
Out here I'm moving these mountains
Like how
Cause I still got my faith
I ain't gonna quit
Til the streets and the subarbs
Is jumping real crazy
She steady tryna be whole
But she hate that I smell like a eighth
Yea I be smoking that Kellogg
No frosty
You know that be great
Eating these beats they so good
I'm a fat boy I empty my plate
Cuss a lil bitch boy out
Outside if I should
But I still say my grace
Woke up at 6 am
Meeting at 9
But I'm still gonna be late
She got the whole thing down
Dripping on a platter
And I'm stuffing my face
Roll up a whole damn pound
I don't wanna hear a sound
I just wanna escape
Away
Oh yea
Okay
Oh yea
Away
Okay
Oh yea
Oh yea
I be in the lane touchdown
I do my own thing
She ain't even let me get it out
She swallowed the whole thing
Never needed no short cuts
I followed the whole plan
Cooked the whole plot
And simmered up slow
Don't try to pass me no regular
Don't mean no sweat but I can't
Smoking on pollen
Grown from California
To Afghanistan
Jasmine Aladdin
We float off the palace
Don't care where we land
And I can't sweat no small L's
Can't see me fall
Cause I get the win
Woke up at 6 am
Meeting at 9
But I'm still gonna be late
She got the whole thing down
Dripping on a platter
And I'm stuffing my face
Roll up a whole damn pound
I don't wanna hear a sound
I just wanna escape
Away
Oh yea
Okay
Oh yea
Away
Okay
Oh yea
Oh yea
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Nicholson
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