FIRST TOKE (feat. JETSETRADIO)
Okay I roll up while I'm riding, pullin' up so stylish
I put some digits under my mileage, fast car it's a crisis
I told that punk to quit with that whining, actin' so damn childish
I'm up all night wildin'
Jade on me, no diamonds
Bag time - Billie Eillish, Yeah, Yeah
Okay I'm steppin'
I'm poppin' bitch, no question
Loaded Je$u$ up in yo section
With a kickstand, it's giving me some indigestion
Got me stretching
I'm on Colfax with my nuts swingin' stole red wine from the reverend
Gon' toss it back, I'm full sending
Tell NELKBOYS I'm flexing
Huh, I'm a KY baby - no doubt
I had to get up out the South
Burnin' bridges I be runnin' my mouth
Got some sticky, I'ma buss it down to the face
Stuck to the damn couch, like whoa
Like whoa
Like whoa
Whoa, whoa whoa
Okay I'm slowly slipping
And ever since I left the ville, my homies switching
And ever since I left the ville I been lonely widdit
Ridin' round in a praire wagon, I ain't looking back
On the high road, no codependence
I'm burning Russian sage in the holy mission
Okay
I'm in the confession stand I think I might just O.D. in it
You see me stunting in them flicks, you wish you could huh
She got me jumping out my kicks, she got the goods huh
Oh you really think that you misunderstood huh
He tried to step I told that motherfucker good luck
I told that motherfucker good luck
He said he sick but he ain't even finna push up
I put a Lucky out on my tongue I got the good stuff
They know I'm crazy, I wish a motherfucker would, bruh
I put some digits under my mileage, fast car it's a crisis
I told that punk to quit with that whining, actin' so damn childish
I'm up all night wildin'
Jade on me, no diamonds
Bag time - Billie Eillish, Yeah, Yeah
Okay I'm steppin'
I'm poppin' bitch, no question
Loaded Je$u$ up in yo section
With a kickstand, it's giving me some indigestion
Got me stretching
I'm on Colfax with my nuts swingin' stole red wine from the reverend
Gon' toss it back, I'm full sending
Tell NELKBOYS I'm flexing
Huh, I'm a KY baby - no doubt
I had to get up out the South
Burnin' bridges I be runnin' my mouth
Got some sticky, I'ma buss it down to the face
Stuck to the damn couch, like whoa
Like whoa
Like whoa
Whoa, whoa whoa
Okay I'm slowly slipping
And ever since I left the ville, my homies switching
And ever since I left the ville I been lonely widdit
Ridin' round in a praire wagon, I ain't looking back
On the high road, no codependence
I'm burning Russian sage in the holy mission
Okay
I'm in the confession stand I think I might just O.D. in it
You see me stunting in them flicks, you wish you could huh
She got me jumping out my kicks, she got the goods huh
Oh you really think that you misunderstood huh
He tried to step I told that motherfucker good luck
I told that motherfucker good luck
He said he sick but he ain't even finna push up
I put a Lucky out on my tongue I got the good stuff
They know I'm crazy, I wish a motherfucker would, bruh
Credits
Writer(s): Roman Harbolt
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