SIDE EFFECTS OF DROWNING
Yeah man fuck all the money in my name
I got so many bands you'd think it was a damn parade
Never talking numbers I'll just show ya like charades
When you really grind it down I make like triple the fuckin state
Bitch I hate
I'm always tryna dip
I'm always tryna sip on some alcoholic shit
Bitch I hate
How I'm surrounded by some snakes
Who always try to fake and get away with causing shame
Lost at the top of the mountain
See all you bitches just poutin
I am coming with that gauge
Kp gonna make it spray
Say goodbye your ass is grass
Now pass the gas
No not the wax
The grass in the sack
It's sticky and green but yours may be brown
It's flakey and cakes all the pipes in the town
Known as loud or ganja greens I'll smoke whatever you're handing me
If you can handle burning up the pan like candles
I'll take a little panorama to remember with my camera
She stick to me like a tattoo
Upped the drip got some new shoes
If you callin I better know you
Hear em holler fuck jews
On my grandpas behalf I will not let that shit fucking pass
Bitches seem scared that they might get their ass fucking smashed
Think for a second bout all of the side effects
All of the people you fucking detest
Was it worth it?
I ask myself the same thing it may be worse
Since I put it into a verse
I tried to ask her to tango
She said too fuego
Where you keep all dat dough bro?
Keep it locked in a safe hoe
Never pay my rent late though
Inability to say no
To scapegoats
Red eyes like ive been in rage mode
Don't bite, it's just simple cage code
I got so many bands you'd think it was a damn parade
Never talking numbers I'll just show ya like charades
When you really grind it down I make like triple the fuckin state
Bitch I hate
I'm always tryna dip
I'm always tryna sip on some alcoholic shit
Bitch I hate
How I'm surrounded by some snakes
Who always try to fake and get away with causing shame
Lost at the top of the mountain
See all you bitches just poutin
I am coming with that gauge
Kp gonna make it spray
Say goodbye your ass is grass
Now pass the gas
No not the wax
The grass in the sack
It's sticky and green but yours may be brown
It's flakey and cakes all the pipes in the town
Known as loud or ganja greens I'll smoke whatever you're handing me
If you can handle burning up the pan like candles
I'll take a little panorama to remember with my camera
She stick to me like a tattoo
Upped the drip got some new shoes
If you callin I better know you
Hear em holler fuck jews
On my grandpas behalf I will not let that shit fucking pass
Bitches seem scared that they might get their ass fucking smashed
Think for a second bout all of the side effects
All of the people you fucking detest
Was it worth it?
I ask myself the same thing it may be worse
Since I put it into a verse
I tried to ask her to tango
She said too fuego
Where you keep all dat dough bro?
Keep it locked in a safe hoe
Never pay my rent late though
Inability to say no
To scapegoats
Red eyes like ive been in rage mode
Don't bite, it's just simple cage code
Credits
Writer(s): Tyson Dean O'bryan
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