Ginseng
(J'adore 16teen)
I could go up when I wanna
I'm a hot boy, hot like a sauna
I'm a hot boy, rollin' up ganja
Off the shrooms and I'm seeing nirvana
My double cup cold Minnesota
In this galaxy when I poured up
I took too much, then I throw up
I'm high and hate it when I show up
Like man, I hate it when I show up
They see we up, they wanna know us
And they fuckin' with you when you blow up
But a month ago, I ain't get no love
'Cause a month ago, I wasn't turnt up
Yes, and that's the way it go, you turn up
Yes, like fuckin' hoes that dumb an burnt up
Yeah, 'cause I'm on stages with my shirt tucked
Yeah, and I'm rockin' this Rick Owens fit right now
I don't rock Helmut Lang
Like, yeah, I just rock out, I got a Glock out
I'm finna hit me a stain
I pull up, then I pop out
I got my cock out
I got this ho givin' brain
Yeah, I pull up and pop out
Know I'ma rock out soon as I get on that stage
Like a model hoe up on the runway
I'm rockin' diamonds, Eliantte
I just pulled out the whip, it's not no Hyundai
Only one way to go and it's that one way
Yeah, one day, me and the gang we on gunplay
'Cause me and the guys don't play no games
I'm coolin', sippin' on some Ginseng
(J'adore 16teen)
I'm not that social, but I do well with the hoes
And I got a pretty lil' bitch that I know that's gon' be there
Right when I get back home
Know that I don't need a label
Why they keep callin' my shit? I'ma turn off my phone
No need to give me a label
It ain't no he, him, bitch, I'm the muhfuckin' GOAT
Yeah, I done beat all my trolls
Rockin' expensive clothes
Yeah, I'm this bitch 'til the
Sunlight come in the sky, no, it ain't no clothes
Finna paint my nails, pop my shit, I bet that I still fuckin' go up
I don't owe no one shit
I rock this Rick, like I'm on the runway poured up
Nobody can judge me but God
And I'm just me, none on the side
Got the stick on my muhfuckin' side
Just in case they gon' say otherwise
Yeah, and I feel this not my first life
Yeah, I done lived multiple lives
Yeah, I done had multiple tries
But right now, I'm coming alive
I could go up when I wanna
I'm a hot boy, hot like a sauna
I'm a hot boy, rollin' up ganja
Off the shrooms and I'm seeing nirvana
My double cup cold Minnesota
In this galaxy when I poured up
I took too much, then I throw up
I'm high and hate it when I show up
Like man, I hate it when I show up
They see we up, they wanna know us
And they fuckin' with you when you blow up
But a month ago, I ain't get no love
'Cause a month ago, I wasn't turnt up
Yes, and that's the way it go, you turn up
Yes, like fuckin' hoes that dumb an burnt up
Yeah, 'cause I'm on stages with my shirt tucked
Yeah, and I'm rockin' this Rick Owens fit right now
I don't rock Helmut Lang
Like, yeah, I just rock out, I got a Glock out
I'm finna hit me a stain
I pull up, then I pop out
I got my cock out
I got this ho givin' brain
Yeah, I pull up and pop out
Know I'ma rock out soon as I get on that stage
Like a model hoe up on the runway
I'm rockin' diamonds, Eliantte
I just pulled out the whip, it's not no Hyundai
Only one way to go and it's that one way
Yeah, one day, me and the gang we on gunplay
'Cause me and the guys don't play no games
I'm coolin', sippin' on some Ginseng
(J'adore 16teen)
I'm not that social, but I do well with the hoes
And I got a pretty lil' bitch that I know that's gon' be there
Right when I get back home
Know that I don't need a label
Why they keep callin' my shit? I'ma turn off my phone
No need to give me a label
It ain't no he, him, bitch, I'm the muhfuckin' GOAT
Yeah, I done beat all my trolls
Rockin' expensive clothes
Yeah, I'm this bitch 'til the
Sunlight come in the sky, no, it ain't no clothes
Finna paint my nails, pop my shit, I bet that I still fuckin' go up
I don't owe no one shit
I rock this Rick, like I'm on the runway poured up
Nobody can judge me but God
And I'm just me, none on the side
Got the stick on my muhfuckin' side
Just in case they gon' say otherwise
Yeah, and I feel this not my first life
Yeah, I done lived multiple lives
Yeah, I done had multiple tries
But right now, I'm coming alive
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Writer(s): Dominic Paoletti, Francisco Djanoah
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