No Comment
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
He say he want beef? I ain't got no time for that
Shawty hear my shit, she like "baby run it back", yeah
Your girl hear yo shit, she like "bae what's wrong with that?"
I'm saving these racks, mama tell me that she want to retire
I'm with the guys and we rolling that fire
Yeah I'm tryna make a name for myself, but this pain got no help
I think only way to solve it is to try to get this wealth
If you broke and you got friends I swear those you're realest fans
I'm just tryna stack this paper 'til I see it never ends
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
All my n***** dangerous, you can't hang with us
Yeah I'm swervin' in that Lotus Coupe, you n***** take the bus
Came in with the sauce you cant take it cause it's hot
Yeah I'm in the crib cooking while you posted on the block
I ain't got no enemies but if I did they not getting the best of me
I got the recipe so why you testing me
Tryna count the paper uh
I think that's my flavor uh
I could finish this verse but I'll probably do it later uh
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
(Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment)
Yeah, uh
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
He say he want beef? I ain't got no time for that
Shawty hear my shit, she like "baby run it back", yeah
Your girl hear yo shit, she like "bae what's wrong with that?"
I'm saving these racks, mama tell me that she want to retire
I'm with the guys and we rolling that fire
Yeah I'm tryna make a name for myself, but this pain got no help
I think only way to solve it is to try to get this wealth
If you broke and you got friends I swear those you're realest fans
I'm just tryna stack this paper 'til I see it never ends
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
All my n***** dangerous, you can't hang with us
Yeah I'm swervin' in that Lotus Coupe, you n***** take the bus
Came in with the sauce you cant take it cause it's hot
Yeah I'm in the crib cooking while you posted on the block
I ain't got no enemies but if I did they not getting the best of me
I got the recipe so why you testing me
Tryna count the paper uh
I think that's my flavor uh
I could finish this verse but I'll probably do it later uh
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment
(Smoking gas and I know that its chronic, that its chronic
Do the dash young n**** feel like Sonic, feel like Sonic
I'm up in the sky, I feel like a comet, like a comet
That boy trash yeah, I ain't got no comment, got no comment)
Credits
Writer(s): Clifton Joseph
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