banjo bangers

Yeah, it's Teddy, blunt smoke
Alone in a spaceship full of the kush bags
Winter out, blasting off
Snow melts around, it's Ole Depresso
Teddy
Blunt smoke fill my house
Embers burn to ash, we smoking out
Lines to circles, fluid purple
Heavy clouds without a doubt
Got a new fit, I flossed it
Had a hater, I lost it
Left hand clan, I bossed it
They searching for a weapon
Didn't know I tossed it
My mom gave me the front
Homies came through rolling blunts
Holding hot stuff, metal fingers
Plucking triggers, banjo bangers
Twang like what?

New shoes on the coupe, I switched it up
Bands in my crib, she flipping out
Pick it up, pick it up
Handling racks and stacks ain't big enough
Drop my old bitch, she ain't thick enough
Gang till the end, we ain't switching up
Toss the bread for a murdered truck
Tint roll down, make them all duck

Ack, ack, get down (aye), get down (yeah)
Blistering speeds with my cash on dash
Comma calling me, we get that money
Ain't going to need when I'm dead, go fast
Blick going to sneeze if you feeling funny
I've been thugging with them extras
Lost kind of souls that been feeling kind of low
I been feeling kind of out of control, drink sloshing, I just don't know
Carry heat and running scams
Up and down my road
Faded, plotting, hashing plans
Just to get the life we owed
Is that so? What's the key?
Life ain't fair, we kick the door
I want that out, 30 to my brain
We going back for more, going back
Yeah, way back, big stack, sad girl, smoke up, on my lap
Watch where you
Ash, big cash, I spend, go quick
My clique destined to die fast

New shoes on the coupe, I switched it up
Bands in my crib, she flipping out
Pick it up, pick it up
Handling racks and stacks ain't big enough
Drop my old bitch, she ain't thick enough
Gang til the end, we ain't switching up
Toss the bread for a murdered truck
Tint roll down, make them all duck

Duck (aye), aye, yeah
Duck (woah), yeah
My birds don't stop my trapping
Feathers of a flock, real talk, no flapping
Posted up, gold fronts, no caption
You want words but won't come out for action
Lacking, aye (skrrt)
Yeah, you lacking
Most of you acting (we shoot)
Scary how you carry blams
But never leave the house
Agoraphobic, where he at?
I kick it in and drag you out
Sliming out, ain't vibing out
My boys all pressed and stressing out
Line them up, close my eyes
'Cause I ain't wanna see myself, ayee (okay)
Hundred racks, yeah, I blow up
Ain't feeling shit, my mind's so slowed up
Purple clouds all in my soda
Heavy, heavy, did this shit for Landry
Hop on the beat like (birthday cake)
You for the streets, but they couldn't feed you
Kissing the ass that I rolled my weed on

New shoes on the coupe, oooh
Bands in my crib, she flipping out
Pick it up, pick it up
Handling racks and stacks ain't big enough
Drop my old bitch, she ain't thick enough
Gang til the end, we ain't switching up
Toss the bread for a murdered truck
Tint roll down, make them all duck
Make them all duck, yeah
Make them all duck, yeah
Make them all duck, yeah
Make them all duck