Obi Wan
Shout out Uzi, you were right
You were right, I was wrong
I'm going up, up, up
King-Kong
Me and you, we just don't get along
That's why I chill and sit back, and sing songs
Higher than the moon, moon walking on them
Armstrong
I'm just on this Earth smoking Earth
Smoking on some strong
I might step out in some designer
And you rocking Billabong
Why the fuck my blunt look like gorilla thumbs
I'm just chilling flip the bird, like a crow or a swan
Bitch hit me up, and she asked me what the fuck I'm on
You can get sliced up like I'm Obi Wan
Bitch I'm eating oodle-noodles feel like Young Money Yawn
Every beat I'm on bitch I run it up like marathon
They ask me what the fuck my age
Yvng Grievous 21
Shout out Uzi, you were right
You were right, I was wrong
I'm going up, up, up
King-Kong
Me and you, we just don't get along
That's why I chill and sit back, and sing songs
Higher than the moon, moon walking on them
Armstrong
I'm just on this Earth smoking Earth
Smoking on some strong
I might step out in some designer
And you rocking Billabong
Why the fuck my blunt look like gorilla thumbs
I'm just chilling flip the bird, like a crow or a swan
Bitch hit me up, and she asked me what the fuck I'm on
You can get sliced up like I'm Obi Wan
Bitch I'm eating oodle-noodles feel like Young Money Yawn
Every beat I'm on bitch I run it up like marathon
They ask me what the fuck my age
Yvng Grievous 21
You were right, I was wrong
I'm going up, up, up
King-Kong
Me and you, we just don't get along
That's why I chill and sit back, and sing songs
Higher than the moon, moon walking on them
Armstrong
I'm just on this Earth smoking Earth
Smoking on some strong
I might step out in some designer
And you rocking Billabong
Why the fuck my blunt look like gorilla thumbs
I'm just chilling flip the bird, like a crow or a swan
Bitch hit me up, and she asked me what the fuck I'm on
You can get sliced up like I'm Obi Wan
Bitch I'm eating oodle-noodles feel like Young Money Yawn
Every beat I'm on bitch I run it up like marathon
They ask me what the fuck my age
Yvng Grievous 21
Shout out Uzi, you were right
You were right, I was wrong
I'm going up, up, up
King-Kong
Me and you, we just don't get along
That's why I chill and sit back, and sing songs
Higher than the moon, moon walking on them
Armstrong
I'm just on this Earth smoking Earth
Smoking on some strong
I might step out in some designer
And you rocking Billabong
Why the fuck my blunt look like gorilla thumbs
I'm just chilling flip the bird, like a crow or a swan
Bitch hit me up, and she asked me what the fuck I'm on
You can get sliced up like I'm Obi Wan
Bitch I'm eating oodle-noodles feel like Young Money Yawn
Every beat I'm on bitch I run it up like marathon
They ask me what the fuck my age
Yvng Grievous 21
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Writer(s): Isaiah Marshall
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