Other Side of Road

Im on the other side of road
I might hut up at your door
We been smoking on the roses
Doing orders on the phone
Came here to trap
I don't read a bibble
Fire on booth even if its cold
Me n my niggas we got the lean
Fire on booth even if its cold

Im on the other side of road
I might hut up at your door
We been smoking on the roses
Doing orders on the phone
Came here to trap
I don't read a bibble
Fire on booth even if its cold
Me n my niggas we got the lean
Uhh uhh

Some unfortunate soul dropped a small
Fortune on the ground should I pick it or leave it
Am tryna keep my mind on my own things
And just keep on relapsing my credit
Then I be rising above like a drown
Kicking it then its my fist with a pound
Then I will be rolling a joint in the crowd yeah Um in the crowd
Am so high
Put my glass on and fill the cup Am so high
We my crew and we fill a room Am so high
Fucked up like penecular
Am so high yeah
Size and freeze Um
Let me chop you like my pineapple
Let me put you in my bowel fruit
Let me snack you with my parrot two with my parrot two

Okay let me kill this beat before i turn to beast
They gonn come at you making noises like a bee
I know lot of bitches want bitches
Its crazy okay its crazy its crazy

Turn to a beast can't fuck with the snitch
In my hood i just need a chick
Its like im kicking when im peeing
Overdosing on the lean Godamn on my knees
Feelings on feels can't feel what i feel
Its like im crazy when i think
Lot of shit I cannot say

Im on the other side of road
I might hut up at your door
We been smoking on the roses
Doing orders on the phone
Came here to trap
I don't read a bibble
Fire on booth even if its cold
Me n my niggas we got the lean
Fire on booth even if its cold

Im on the other side of road
I might hut up at your door
We been smoking on the roses
Doing orders on the phone
Came here to trap
I don't read a bibble
Fire on booth even if its cold
Me n my niggas we got the lean



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