kureijī!

Uh, crazy (Uh, Yeah)
'Outta my body, I'm losing my mind on the daily
Leek Garden my body, get Ricch like I'm Roddy
I'm smoking the grass, like I'm Bayleef
I'm high off the za, blowing the gas in the air
Shit getting hazy
They talking that shit, like they shading
But nheechi the one, that will made it
Yo Neb, this shit slap, boy
Keep it 100, like it's gecs boy
All this mud up, in my cup
Feeling like I'm Shrek boy
Smoking on the Zaza
All my opps go ta-da
Ooh I'mma make a mili, and then buy my mama Prada

Uh spending some money
I'm spending a rack, and I'm making it back
Yeah told you I'm hitting, like edible
I'm hitting incredible, yeah nheechi like crack
Ya I'm booted up, zooted
My head in the clouds, and my mind where the moon is
(Uh-uh-uh-uh)
'Boutta get high, I feel like a Buddist
My biddy get naked, I enter the two lips

Yo Neb, that shit slap
With nheechi, 'boutta kill the track
I'mma catch you, if you lack
Put thirteen right in his back
Yuh
Uhm you is not catching me slipping
I think that I'm tripping, I'm shooting, I'm missing 'em
Psych, you know that I'm swishing 'em
Aye pull up with the lethal weapon, AK
Yeah I got your bae spinning on me, like a Beyblade
I'mma make it big, I don't even care what they say
Got too many baddies on me, I just gotta schedule play dates

Uh, crazy (Uh, Yeah)
'Outta my body, I'm losing my mind on the daily
Leek Garden my body, get Ricch like I'm Roddy
I'm smoking the grass, like I'm Bayleef
I'm high off the za, blowing the gas in the air
Shit getting hazy
They talking that shit, like they shading
But nheechi the one, that will made it

Yo Neb, this shit slap, boy
Keep it 100, like it's gecs boy
All this mud up, in my cup
Feeling like I'm Shrek boy
Smoking on the Zaza
All my opps go ta-da
Ooh I'mma make a mili, and then buy my mama Prada



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Writer(s): Nick Hermsen
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