S2GH2
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye
Aye bro
Get a lighter and fire that shit up (Ouuu)
Yeah just put one in rotation right now while I'm in the booth, fuck it
Match the ambiance
Yeah, tour the other side
Askin' where we goin', sit back hoe enjoy the ride
No direction, I just move accordin' to the vibe
One way you can blow me, not by pourin' out ya eyes
Talkin out ya neck ain't flowin', no don't coincide
Puff the foliage was told don't go inside
Aromatic herbal tucked where I can't put my pride
Burdens weigh my shoulders down, they heavy as my eyes
All throughout the lows with something that could keep me high
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
Uh, shawty thick, she eat her collard greens
The cornbread in it make it hard to fit inside them jeans
How do she get inside them drawers
The drawl a southern thing
Was out in Brooklyn
Shorties asking me what do that mean
Big cup of ice topped of with Wock to hit the shoulder lean
Mix in the soda, I can't really do the sober thing
Neck full of boulders, hunnies chose 'em like he know he clean
One way another, when it's over I be rollin' green
Tour the other side
Askin' where we goin', sit back hoe enjoy the ride
No direction, I just move accordin' to the vibe
One way you can blow me, not by pourin' out ya eyes
Talkin out ya neck ain't flowin', no don't coincide
Puff the foliage was told don't go inside
Aromatic herbal tucked where I can't put my pride
Burdens weigh my shoulders down, they heavy as my eyes
All throughout the lows with something that could keep me high
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
And as I proceed
To crawl through the street with a dime piece next to me
She a freak on the low key
Say she cool with a couple of puffs
But told me she don't smoke weed
Bomb trees and a nice breeze
Do the right things for a light squeeze
Hit the lights please, she asked nicely
Vibin' wit me on a high key
I know a lot things been on ya mind
I know a lot a niggas ain't worth ya time
But you talk to much girl hold it down just enjoy the ride
Sit back get high before you blow mine
One thing fasho you can't get back time
I take the time to look in ya eyes
And just be real
Tell me where you wanna go from here
Let go ya fears, I got the wheel just let me steer
And I'll be sippin' on some D'usse
Smoking out a cognac leaf
Fucked a bit same color Hennessy
Like whisky Tennessee
Call me Trevo Staxx the butcher
Way that I be slanging meat
I know that it left a wound, how fast I told her exit please
Had to put that bitch on block
Because that hoe keep texting me
Yeah, cause that hoe keep texting me
Had to put that bitch on block because that hoe keep
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye
Aye bro
Get a lighter and fire that shit up (Ouuu)
Yeah just put one in rotation right now while I'm in the booth, fuck it
Match the ambiance
Yeah, tour the other side
Askin' where we goin', sit back hoe enjoy the ride
No direction, I just move accordin' to the vibe
One way you can blow me, not by pourin' out ya eyes
Talkin out ya neck ain't flowin', no don't coincide
Puff the foliage was told don't go inside
Aromatic herbal tucked where I can't put my pride
Burdens weigh my shoulders down, they heavy as my eyes
All throughout the lows with something that could keep me high
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
Uh, shawty thick, she eat her collard greens
The cornbread in it make it hard to fit inside them jeans
How do she get inside them drawers
The drawl a southern thing
Was out in Brooklyn
Shorties asking me what do that mean
Big cup of ice topped of with Wock to hit the shoulder lean
Mix in the soda, I can't really do the sober thing
Neck full of boulders, hunnies chose 'em like he know he clean
One way another, when it's over I be rollin' green
Tour the other side
Askin' where we goin', sit back hoe enjoy the ride
No direction, I just move accordin' to the vibe
One way you can blow me, not by pourin' out ya eyes
Talkin out ya neck ain't flowin', no don't coincide
Puff the foliage was told don't go inside
Aromatic herbal tucked where I can't put my pride
Burdens weigh my shoulders down, they heavy as my eyes
All throughout the lows with something that could keep me high
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
I be getting high with my niggas
Slidin' by with my niggas
I'll ride for my niggas yeah
I be getting high with these bitches
Slide inside of these bitches
I'll lie to these bitches yeah
And as I proceed
To crawl through the street with a dime piece next to me
She a freak on the low key
Say she cool with a couple of puffs
But told me she don't smoke weed
Bomb trees and a nice breeze
Do the right things for a light squeeze
Hit the lights please, she asked nicely
Vibin' wit me on a high key
I know a lot things been on ya mind
I know a lot a niggas ain't worth ya time
But you talk to much girl hold it down just enjoy the ride
Sit back get high before you blow mine
One thing fasho you can't get back time
I take the time to look in ya eyes
And just be real
Tell me where you wanna go from here
Let go ya fears, I got the wheel just let me steer
And I'll be sippin' on some D'usse
Smoking out a cognac leaf
Fucked a bit same color Hennessy
Like whisky Tennessee
Call me Trevo Staxx the butcher
Way that I be slanging meat
I know that it left a wound, how fast I told her exit please
Had to put that bitch on block
Because that hoe keep texting me
Yeah, cause that hoe keep texting me
Had to put that bitch on block because that hoe keep
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