Nauseous

Kiccin this dope imma stoner
Feel like a loner
I got nobody to rollup
Matta fact niggas can't rollup
Only roll floaters
Come to twist school imma coach ya
All my spliffs shooting like poachers
Round and round like rollercoasters
Round and round now i feel nauseous
Hotbox the v now i'm carsick
Through the carts i see the hate and i dodge it

I got the sauce nigga i got the dressing
I got the bitches on go when i step in
Niggas get robbed tryna do all that flexing
If you broke get a job hope it come with a pension
Homeboys be hating and i feel the tension
Speaking in tongues cuz they don't wanna mention my name
Abusing the drugs cuz it's good for the pain
She falling in love i'm all in her brain
She want me to fuck but i ain't got no time for a bitch
And i'm feeling like she outta time
And i'm wit the same niggas thats i used to go 5 on a spliff wit
2 Pieces fries and a biscuit
Was one of them niggas that was tryna get fly just to fit in
Now i get fly cuz i'm living
Thumb in ha butt blow her bacc out i'm digging
I'm grabbing her neck
She don't know if it's sex or i'm killin her
She want it in her but she don't want children
And I got the plan b if thats how she feeling
My thumbs going numb off the money i'm peeling
Tryna keep up wit me and ya pockets gon feel it
She say she in love
She say she in love but i do not feel it
I can't have no babies i told her to kill it
I broke her heart but thats something i'll repair
She crying texting me telling me she care
I could fuck bout 3 hoes all in one weekend
Drugs got me sleepy can't go off the deep end
None of these niggas is friends to me
If i call you my brother you next to me
We living our life so expensively
Cartiers tints reading energy
Bum niggas ain't in my pedigree
If i cut a bitch off she dead to me
I can't give her no time so she vex wit me
But 2 days later she texting me
Money count up so fast shit digital
C safe shit might get critical
Don't ever think they cant get to you
Lotta locs up in heaven we missing you
And I cannot fake it i cannot hang wit niggas
If i aint feeling you
She do the dicc so nasty, pitiful
You never kno who thinkin bout killin you
If it ain't bout music dont speak unless spoken too
You must be on mute cause we never heard of you
That pussy move like it did a squirtle move
I switch it up like i'm callin an audible
Leaving no trace imma picc up the particles
Sending me hearts after she said i'm horrible
Smoke to the face this weed smelling so tropical
I cannot move off emotions i'm logical
I done been through some shit so catastrophic
Dont got time for small talk i'm changing the topic
And i rarely withdraw all i make is deposits
I'll bacc some shit out dont play wit my poccets

Kiccin this dope imma stoner
Feel like a loner
I got nobody to rollup
Matta fact niggas can't rollup
Only roll floaters
Come to twist school imma coach ya
All my spliffs shooting like poachers
Round and round like rollercoasters
Round and round now i feel nauseous
Hotbox the v now i'm carsick
Through the carts i see the hate and i dodge it

Kiccin this dope imma stoner
Feel like a loner
I got nobody to rollup
Matta fact niggas can't rollup
Only roll floaters
Come to twist school imma coach ya
All my spliffs shooting like poachers
Round and round like rollercoasters
Round and round now i feel nauseous
Hotbox the v now i'm carsick
Through the carts i see the hate and i dodge it

Kiccin this dope imma stoner
Feel like a loner
I got nobody to rollup
Matta fact niggas can't rollup
Only roll floaters
Come to twist school imma coach ya
All my spliffs shooting like poachers
Round and round like rollercoasters
Round and round now i feel nauseous
Hotbox the v now i'm carsick
Through the carts i see the hate and i dodge it



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Writer(s): Tashawn Rodriguez
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