Done Graduated Freestyle

Turn me up, Rose!
Turn me up, Rose!
Aye boy, pass me that roll!
So much smoke is in the air
Whole party getting cancer
Reeboks on my feet, boy
I'm feeling like The Answer
Old-school chivalrous
I'm bagging wenches when I lance them
Thinking that she like you but you paying her for dances
They pay for my appearance, I don't do that shit for fan fare
Got my smoke from Denver, where I live they got it banned there
Take her ass to Bali, she can go and get a tan there
Zooted off these beans, bro, we did not plant them, yeah

Smoking my gelato for breakfast
With an English bitch, she didn't vote for Brexit
Penis in the butt, it wasn't just an exit
Everything a bar if Young Luxy says it, whoa!
I don't need no condom cuz we isn't fucking, whoa!
I ain't drinking beer tonight, I'm double-cupping, whoa!
Reefer to the brain, I'm out here double-Dutching, whoa!
Someone call the plumber cuz my money flooding, whoa!
Wait, you ain't heard of my shit?
Play that at the party, finna turn that to a mosh pit
Block her Instagram if that bio saying Boss Bitch
Working every day so I'm the one who pay your bosses

Catch me at the office hella dripping, faucet!
Sizing up my wallet, drink until we nauseous
Recording in my closet, I'm on my Gata ish, dog
That Gata shit
I'm gonna smoke weed about 10 am
Got the sun shining down
I'm the man, I'm him!
Alfred in the corner, that's my wolf hound, bruh
Messing with the clique, you'll get that skull found, bruh
Whipping in my cream box car, got my dick hard
Bass blowing out the neighbor while he mow his yard
I got so much wood it be looking like a lumber yard
Got that dog in me, Young Lux is a Saint Bernard
White Turk when I spit
I be doing surgery
South Korea to The Bay
A couple of you all have heard of me
It don't matter who producing
Got that beat, I murder it
Take a hoe to 7-Eleven, getting top, she slurping me, whoa!

Fourteen puffs, I'm solo-dolo
Got good smoke? Let's load bowls
First round pick, the kid so sick
And she on my dick, pogo
Take your bitch to MoMo
Gave a chick about 4 Os
Three chopsticks aimed at your clique, bitch
Yelling fuck them pigs, fuck po-po
I'm gonna need that green, let's go-go
I'm gonna need that green, let's go-go
Up high in my spaceship, I'm Yeezy (But fuck Kanye for real)
Wrote this verse at work
When it comes to words, it's easy
Fuck these Rec Execs
I see them living good and sleeping
I'm the devil when they dreaming
Scary Terry, A-Lux feening
Boy, catch me in the kitchen
Got that chicken hella seasoned
I be balling winter, spring, or summer, do it every season
Yeah, do it every season, bitch!