Bourbon St
"Yo Kai, are you good?"
Picture us rolling
Yeah we smoking through the city, uh
That was late
I was swerving in my brothers lane
Copped a bottle
This one go to Dom Bosetti
Man I can't control 'em
Radin hit me me with some grade A
Swear I might
Flip the switch or hit the panic button
Mack was right
"You'll be good, just down another drink"
Called it right
I was different that's another me
Bourbon Street
Picture us and yea we rolling deep
Uh mic check
We don't like that
We ain't never heard about yo life yet
Where yo mind at?
Turn yo mic down
Oh you never drop shit I know you'll come around
When I'm feeling empty need some mo'
Heard you there bussin' Ima roll
Man it taste so minty need a smoke
Where we go, oh?
I'm blowing Os
Drinking more, I'm taking turns, I'm feeling good
I was missing, Devil listened, now what's good
I was down, down bad
I was feeling upset
I was sick of feeling, yeah
I was rolling
I was rolling
God damn, I was rolling
I was rolling
Running Griffin's pockets knocked as hell but just
Picture us rolling
Yeah we smoking through the city, uh
That was late
I was swerving in my brothers lane
Copped a bottle
This one go to Dom Bosetti
Man I can't control 'em
Radin hit me me with some grade A
Swear I might
Flip the switch or hit the panic button
Mack was right
"You'll be good, just down another drink"
Called it right
I was different that's another me
Bourbon Street
Picture us and yea we rolling deep
Bourbon Street
I was rolling and I couldn't even barely see
Where the bitches? Where the bitches?
I could spread my seed
They can feel this, I could puke, I need a better me
Man I'm different, swear I'm- fuck it uh
Bourbon Street
Vision blurry
Fuck it
Where the bitches
Think they ducking
Fuck 'em
Where my friends go
Riding dolo
Fuck 'em, uh
Man I'm different
Swear I'm different
Fuck it just
Picture us rolling
Yeah we smoking through the city, uh
That was late
I was swerving in my brothers lane
Copped a bottle
This one go to Dom Bosetti
Man I can't control 'em
Radin hit me me with some grade A
Swear I might
Flip the switch or hit the panic button
Mack was right
"You'll be good, just down another drink"
Called it right
I was different that's another me
Bourbon Street
Picture us and yea we rolling deep
Picture us rolling
Yeah we smoking through the city, uh
That was late
I was swerving in my brothers lane
Copped a bottle
This one go to Dom Bosetti
Man I can't control 'em
Radin hit me me with some grade A
Swear I might
Flip the switch or hit the panic button
Mack was right
"You'll be good, just down another drink"
Called it right
I was different that's another me
Bourbon Street
Picture us and yea we rolling deep
Uh mic check
We don't like that
We ain't never heard about yo life yet
Where yo mind at?
Turn yo mic down
Oh you never drop shit I know you'll come around
When I'm feeling empty need some mo'
Heard you there bussin' Ima roll
Man it taste so minty need a smoke
Where we go, oh?
I'm blowing Os
Drinking more, I'm taking turns, I'm feeling good
I was missing, Devil listened, now what's good
I was down, down bad
I was feeling upset
I was sick of feeling, yeah
I was rolling
I was rolling
God damn, I was rolling
I was rolling
Running Griffin's pockets knocked as hell but just
Picture us rolling
Yeah we smoking through the city, uh
That was late
I was swerving in my brothers lane
Copped a bottle
This one go to Dom Bosetti
Man I can't control 'em
Radin hit me me with some grade A
Swear I might
Flip the switch or hit the panic button
Mack was right
"You'll be good, just down another drink"
Called it right
I was different that's another me
Bourbon Street
Picture us and yea we rolling deep
Bourbon Street
I was rolling and I couldn't even barely see
Where the bitches? Where the bitches?
I could spread my seed
They can feel this, I could puke, I need a better me
Man I'm different, swear I'm- fuck it uh
Bourbon Street
Vision blurry
Fuck it
Where the bitches
Think they ducking
Fuck 'em
Where my friends go
Riding dolo
Fuck 'em, uh
Man I'm different
Swear I'm different
Fuck it just
Picture us rolling
Yeah we smoking through the city, uh
That was late
I was swerving in my brothers lane
Copped a bottle
This one go to Dom Bosetti
Man I can't control 'em
Radin hit me me with some grade A
Swear I might
Flip the switch or hit the panic button
Mack was right
"You'll be good, just down another drink"
Called it right
I was different that's another me
Bourbon Street
Picture us and yea we rolling deep
Credits
Writer(s): Kai Kapossy
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