Different Strains (feat. Skooly)

Yo cuddie
Runts my cup my blunt
We smoking Different Strains
Gelonade and runts
Four Hundred dollars in my cup
I light my wick up then my blunt
Big ass Baguette in my charm
Get my bags from the farm
I got rolex on both arms
In my hood i am the don
I fuck on shawty every night
Every night i feed her pipe
When she with me she know she Alright
Im keeping that droco by my side
Hop in this Urus and lets ride
She said my diamonds are a vibe
I cant tell up in her eye ima kill Her buts alright
She keep on reminding me im a Killer im like stop bringing up My past
Im connected around world like Wow and comcast
I got growers throw me bags Cause they know i move em fast
They know not to throw no Trash cause they know that Ima Crash
I got my city on smash when it Come to za za bags
Im really dior down i even got a Dior flag
Right now i with some real crips
So you might not wanna flag
We aint start no problems we Just getting this cash
All these diamonds on me
I know u see it with no flash
I just pulled up on your shawty
She get wet like splash
Really plugged in
Really plugged with headstash
Really been stacking got like a Quarter in the stash

We smoking Different Strains
Gelonade and runts
Four Hundred dollars in my cup
I light my wick up then my blunt
Big ass Baguette in my charm
Get my bags from the farm
I got rolex on both arms
In my hood i am the don
I fuck on shawty every night
Every night i feed her pipe
When she with me she know she Alright
Im keeping that droco by my side
Hop in this Urus and lets ride
She said my diamonds are a vibe
I cant tell up in her eye ima kill Her buts alright
Do eighty down the wrong way
Already know they gone say
Already know what they gone Say
Fifty six hundred dollar bags
Try make your big homie mad
My bitch from tropic-an
They aint gone believe they seen Me like a hologram
Put money on his tato make em Understand
It my name on that paper like a Autograph
I just turn the tables
Like i was trafficking half bowl Inside Jamaica
You gotta understand
Half these rapper took my flavor
You think u macho man
This seven point six two will Deflate ya
No memory card to save him
Twin playing with different Flavors Bitch

We smoking Different Strains
Gelonade and runts
Four Hundred dollars in my cup
I light my wick up then my blunt
Big ass Baguette in my charm
Get my bags from the farm
I got rolex on both arms
In my hood i am the don
I fuck on shawty every night
Every night i feed her pipe
When she with me she know she Alright
Im keeping that droco by my side
Hop in this Urus and lets ride
She said my diamonds are a vibe
I cant tell up in her eye ima kill Her buts alright



Credits
Writer(s): Baytar Chisolm
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