Versace Boxers (feat. Aud Thee Prophecy)
Smoke Supreme in this bitch
We high as fuck man
Smokin' on this dope and shit, fuckin' on these hoes and shit
Getting this money man
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Smokin' that dope take it right to the face (yuh)
I fucked your bitch now she stay at my place (yuh)
I'm in love with how her pussy taste
Yeah. Smoke supreme just beat a case
Bitch I'm up now, fuck who up next (fuck em)
Only thing that's on my mind is a fucking check (money)
Told a thot to give me brain, I don't want sex (nah)
And you know I ain't never pass a drug test (fuck nah)
Yeah my plug name Jesus, aye
She suck my meat but she vegan, yuh
Roll a blunt and I'm chiefin' (aye)
I get so high I be geekin' (yuh)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (top)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (tooka)
Til a motherfucker choke
Make your bitch wet like a squirtle (uh-huh)
Styrofoam cups full of purple (leanin')
These drugs got me geekin' like Urkel (aah)
If you run up on me I'mma hurt you (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
Chokin', I'm chokin', I'm chokin'
I hit your chick cause she open (open)
I only want her for the moment (damn)
In circulation be the potent (uh)
Get it imported from out of Cali (Cali)
Hit from the back, plus she tryna top me (top me)
Bread I'm just stuffin' inside my pockets (pockets)
Stacks just be packed, ain't no need for wallets (mm)
I get it, I got it, we wildin' (wildin')
I'm changing my chicks like they topics (topics)
She foreign it taste like she tropic (tropic)
Just floatin' from pills I be poppin' (poppin')
You packin' the steel, why you lyin' (lyin')
You actin' all real leave you cryin' (cryin')
Go blatt in the field, ain't no hidin' (hidin')
So can you hear me now like Verizon (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
We high as fuck man
Smokin' on this dope and shit, fuckin' on these hoes and shit
Getting this money man
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Smokin' that dope take it right to the face (yuh)
I fucked your bitch now she stay at my place (yuh)
I'm in love with how her pussy taste
Yeah. Smoke supreme just beat a case
Bitch I'm up now, fuck who up next (fuck em)
Only thing that's on my mind is a fucking check (money)
Told a thot to give me brain, I don't want sex (nah)
And you know I ain't never pass a drug test (fuck nah)
Yeah my plug name Jesus, aye
She suck my meat but she vegan, yuh
Roll a blunt and I'm chiefin' (aye)
I get so high I be geekin' (yuh)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (top)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (tooka)
Til a motherfucker choke
Make your bitch wet like a squirtle (uh-huh)
Styrofoam cups full of purple (leanin')
These drugs got me geekin' like Urkel (aah)
If you run up on me I'mma hurt you (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
Chokin', I'm chokin', I'm chokin'
I hit your chick cause she open (open)
I only want her for the moment (damn)
In circulation be the potent (uh)
Get it imported from out of Cali (Cali)
Hit from the back, plus she tryna top me (top me)
Bread I'm just stuffin' inside my pockets (pockets)
Stacks just be packed, ain't no need for wallets (mm)
I get it, I got it, we wildin' (wildin')
I'm changing my chicks like they topics (topics)
She foreign it taste like she tropic (tropic)
Just floatin' from pills I be poppin' (poppin')
You packin' the steel, why you lyin' (lyin')
You actin' all real leave you cryin' (cryin')
Go blatt in the field, ain't no hidin' (hidin')
So can you hear me now like Verizon (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
I fuck that bitch in Versace boxers (what)
I pop a xan and I pop a oxy (yuh)
I pop a tab and I pop a molly (uh-huh)
I get so high I can't feel my body (I do)
Yeah I sell a lot of dope (yuh)
And your bitch give me throat (yuh)
Blowin' on that blunt smoke (uh-huh)
Til a motherfucker choke (yuh)
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Writer(s): Connor Maxwell
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