narcissist
Aye I got two blunts up inside my pocket
Smokin on that turbo we gon take off like a rocket
All these hoes to easy pick em all like lockets
Don't go inside me room I got pounds up in my closet
You gon meet your doom I got rounds they'll blast you like a comet
Kick it once king-fu you know ima hit then go chop it
Once I start I'll never stop it
Got new gas I gotta cop it
Smack on yo bitches ass think I gotta pop it
Wait what she say, damn, that's, that's kinda crazy
She called me a narcissist
Frankly that bitch part of it
Every night my boys always sparkin it
Lookin at the lights
Woah our futures look so bright
But these rips got my chest feelin tight
Hopin I can make it through the night
Never been this high before
Frankly I could smoke some more
Pass me the bong then lock my door
Bitch I'm going to the moon
won't be back til half past noon
All my boys geeked out like they mother fuckin goons
Smokin on that it got all the purple spots
All these hoes be on me so I gotta hurdle thots
Take off like a race bitch I gotta claim my spot
Doesn't matter how you rippin it just gotta be good pot
It doesn't matter what you rippin it just gotta be some pot
Pull up to the spot know that shit bust so hot
Smokin on that turbo we gon take off like a rocket
All these hoes to easy pick em all like lockets
Don't go inside me room I got pounds up in my closet
You gon meet your doom I got rounds they'll blast you like a comet
Kick it once king-fu you know ima hit then go chop it
Once I start I'll never stop it
Got new gas I gotta cop it
Smack on yo bitches ass think I gotta pop it
Wait what she say, damn, that's, that's kinda crazy
She called me a narcissist
Frankly that bitch part of it
Every night my boys always sparkin it
Lookin at the lights
Woah our futures look so bright
But these rips got my chest feelin tight
Hopin I can make it through the night
Never been this high before
Frankly I could smoke some more
Pass me the bong then lock my door
Bitch I'm going to the moon
won't be back til half past noon
All my boys geeked out like they mother fuckin goons
Smokin on that it got all the purple spots
All these hoes be on me so I gotta hurdle thots
Take off like a race bitch I gotta claim my spot
Doesn't matter how you rippin it just gotta be good pot
It doesn't matter what you rippin it just gotta be some pot
Pull up to the spot know that shit bust so hot
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Writer(s): Alec Young
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