Ounce In the Forest (feat. SHEAPAH & FRYSTA FRESH)

I straight revile the truth whenever i'm near a booth
Walking down the street speaker blaring open bottles too
I'm just kicking loose my red eyes I'm quick to Qs
With a packet of the don't worry that I'm ripping through
My bars got the exact dope that your fix do
Smell the lit bueges as they linger in this room
Bitch who I toke a potent bud
And then I kick back till scoliosis comes
I keep pouring out my cup till my motions fucked
The blurred vision from mixing all of these potions up
I got it stashed in a dark alley way
Smell the heavy scent get a whiff of that Cali haze
You shall repay all the buds that I seem to blaze
And all the crumbs and the nugs that I seem to take
And all the fussing at the cunts think I need a break
Or maybe an eighth to my face and i'll be okay

Your not a G bruh bounce yeah i'm on it
We prolly smoking Gs or an ounce in the forest
Cold steez yeah they ask how we flourish
It's smoking big trees with a style that's polished
Your not a G bruh bounce yeah i'm on it
We prolly smoking Gs or an ounce in the forest
Cold steez yeah they ask how we flourish
It's smoking big trees with a style that's polished

You can't hear plain flow giving me taint blow
They wanna scream out back what a faint hoe
When I rap act shameful shit is painful
Brother unfaithful straight up hateful
1s or Os your clique has their owes
Pinocchio nose grows lying deep below
My far progress say repress my regrets
Fearing confess lying made distress
Clenching fist watching rain turn mist
8-0-2 missed and they still well exist
Haven't dismissed all the dicks that I dissed
Reminisced how you feeling show resist
Cause what's past past turns into last asked
Tried and surpassed I don't wanna be the last
E rolling grass tempted won't pass class
Last bar not fast hit deck smack glass

Your not a G bruh bounce yeah i'm on it
We prolly smoking Gs or an ounce in the forest
Cold steez yeah they ask how we flourish
It's smoking big trees with a style that's polished
Your not a G bruh bounce yeah i'm on it
We prolly smoking Gs or an ounce in the forest
Cold steez yeah they ask how we flourish
It's smoking big trees with a style that's polished

Bunch of criminals acting borderline subliminal
D-Twizzie here, showing you whos original
The group went adrift but still Kuniva Bizzy Swift
In this damn bitch Cheers it's a damn GIFT

Toxic fumes coming out of me
Locked inside a tomb where the news is surrounding me
Only got the bueges in this drownery
Soaking in the dues of my clownery
Only spit the truth
I was feeling like Medusa with my old dreads
Then inflicting up a bruise bruh on these old heads
Let me cap another mind stacking up disguised rhymes
Fine wines on the grind chilling in the night time
I'm chronically ill spitting the bars made the prophecy filled
Hit of the grass someone drop to the field
Then skipping class with some pot from the deal
Real doner persona perse owner probably
I'm cursed in the dirt gonna spurt like a zombie
You flirt with the dirt quick reverse if your on me
I lurk stay alert pop a Perc not responding
Not responding...



Credits
Writer(s): Jarrod Francome
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link