Snooze
Put me next to Medusa, Identical
Highest Nigga In The Room you know that I'm touching the pinnacle
You see these shades on Hell Nawl Nigga I ain't doing no Interview
You must be fucked up out ya mind if you think I'm anywhere near you
I know some niggas make the gun go FAH
Know some niggas make the gun go BOOM
Some niggas make they car SKRT
Some niggas make it VROOM
Aye please don't get in my whip, BITCH
I don't got no room, disobey me get hit with that deadly SNOOZE
Chit chat? Don't do none of that, leave that for my gizzat
Last song about straps, then I'm switching my style and ain't changing it back
Still gone talk about hitting hoes from the back
Smoking joints until my fingers relaxed
100% of my raps finna be me rolling up smoking them packs
In the Morning
Get the fuck off my back, I'm dropping a track right now
Tell lil brodie Pick up his phone I'm trying to slang him a trey-pound
WOO!
Two pounds of loud? Call that compound
Who gives a fuck about the bars as long as it good sound
I know some niggas make the gun go FAH
Know some niggas make the gun go BOOM
Some niggas make they car SKRT
Some niggas make it VROOM
Aye please don't get in my whip, BITCH
I don't got no room, disobey me get hit with that deadly SNOOZE
Hotbox as hot as Arizona
Got the Arizona to wash the weed down
Might be high as hell still by the time graduation come in my cap and gown
Take a picture of me
Let me see something
My eyes red
Awl shit homie
Highest Nigga In The Room you know that I'm touching the pinnacle
You see these shades on Hell Nawl Nigga I ain't doing no Interview
You must be fucked up out ya mind if you think I'm anywhere near you
I know some niggas make the gun go FAH
Know some niggas make the gun go BOOM
Some niggas make they car SKRT
Some niggas make it VROOM
Aye please don't get in my whip, BITCH
I don't got no room, disobey me get hit with that deadly SNOOZE
Chit chat? Don't do none of that, leave that for my gizzat
Last song about straps, then I'm switching my style and ain't changing it back
Still gone talk about hitting hoes from the back
Smoking joints until my fingers relaxed
100% of my raps finna be me rolling up smoking them packs
In the Morning
Get the fuck off my back, I'm dropping a track right now
Tell lil brodie Pick up his phone I'm trying to slang him a trey-pound
WOO!
Two pounds of loud? Call that compound
Who gives a fuck about the bars as long as it good sound
I know some niggas make the gun go FAH
Know some niggas make the gun go BOOM
Some niggas make they car SKRT
Some niggas make it VROOM
Aye please don't get in my whip, BITCH
I don't got no room, disobey me get hit with that deadly SNOOZE
Hotbox as hot as Arizona
Got the Arizona to wash the weed down
Might be high as hell still by the time graduation come in my cap and gown
Take a picture of me
Let me see something
My eyes red
Awl shit homie
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Writer(s): Matthew Vance
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