SOARING 20's

Showed up this mornin' good weed had me soaring

When I pop out she know I'm outgoing
Liquor infused with exotic Im pouring

She know I'm the man she can see I'm anointed
When I touchdown gotta make an appointment

Let the driver know which way that I'm goin'

Flame up gelatti
I'm facing' exotics
Don't feel my body
The pookie hypnotic

Hit up the bank and drop a deposit and get some mo' dank

You can smell it from a mile away

Stack up the racks take a flight to LA

Let's get it cracking and pop the champagne

Show out for all of the people who hate

Last time I looked at my life it was great, (Hey)

Got a new wallet I gotta new bank (Aye)

Count up the Guala I live in a safe,(H-H-Hey)

Run up the Guala I'm not a impostor
Don't fuck with no fish but I love me some lobster
Got dreads like I'm Marley but I'm not a Rasta
Pop heads like I'm gnarly my choppa Mufasa

Bad bitch shit she built like Madonna
I can't trust a hoe rather count up my commas
Word to my mama don't fuck with no drama
Keep to myself in this world wit no problem

Keep to myself in this world wit no problem
(Uhh, uhhh)

Showed up this mornin'
good weed had me soaring

When I pop out she know I'm outgoing
Liquor infused with exotic Im pouring

She know I'm the man she can see I'm anointed
When I touchdown gotta make an appointment

Let the driver know which way that I'm goin'

Flame up gelatti
I'm facing' exotics
Don't feel my body
The pookie hypnotic

Showed up this mornin'
good weed had me soaring

When I pop out she know I'm outgoing
Liquor infused with exotic Im pouring

She know I'm the man she can see I'm anointed
When I touchdown gotta make an appointment

Let the driver know which way that I'm goin'

Flame up gelatti
I'm facing' exotics
Don't feel my body
The pookie hypnotic



Credits
Writer(s): Fyn Tee
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