Loco
Yeah, huh
Uh, uh, uh (I get pieces shipped straight)
To my—
Uh, uh, uh, uh (what the fuck, solid?)
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door
I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
I don't know if it's me or the ganja
Or the real bad feelin' about y'all
Gettin' closer to bringin' me under
They don't know how it feel to be us now
Shut the fuck up, I just blew twenty-thousand in one spot
Me and wop gettin' fucked up (me and wop gettin' what?)
We got two whole pounds for two nights (okay)
This my third blunt, I'm gettin' higher than real life, huh (yeah)
You might've heard somethin'
But you don't even know what it feel like (yeah)
Yeah, I'm puffin' on herb, son
Make the bitch smell like marijuana (woah)
Go 'head and pick two bags, shorty
I'll get 'em back next day probably
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door
I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
Oh, okay, I just want her for her body
Huh, me and big taz way too fried, we just be sittin' in silence (ah)
Huh, baby, wait 'til you get this high
Wait 'til you get this high, oh
If you feelin' like shit right now
Just wait 'til they switch up sides on you
Shit bound to happen, type shit bound to happen
Huh, five-million-dollar crib look like downton abbey
No addicts in my clique, we just got some habits
High, high as shit, feel like I just got to heaven
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door
I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
Brand new bugatti
Every time he try it
Every time we high, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more
Uh, uh, uh (I get pieces shipped straight)
To my—
Uh, uh, uh, uh (what the fuck, solid?)
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door
I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
I don't know if it's me or the ganja
Or the real bad feelin' about y'all
Gettin' closer to bringin' me under
They don't know how it feel to be us now
Shut the fuck up, I just blew twenty-thousand in one spot
Me and wop gettin' fucked up (me and wop gettin' what?)
We got two whole pounds for two nights (okay)
This my third blunt, I'm gettin' higher than real life, huh (yeah)
You might've heard somethin'
But you don't even know what it feel like (yeah)
Yeah, I'm puffin' on herb, son
Make the bitch smell like marijuana (woah)
Go 'head and pick two bags, shorty
I'll get 'em back next day probably
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door
I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
Oh, okay, I just want her for her body
Huh, me and big taz way too fried, we just be sittin' in silence (ah)
Huh, baby, wait 'til you get this high
Wait 'til you get this high, oh
If you feelin' like shit right now
Just wait 'til they switch up sides on you
Shit bound to happen, type shit bound to happen
Huh, five-million-dollar crib look like downton abbey
No addicts in my clique, we just got some habits
High, high as shit, feel like I just got to heaven
I get pieces shipped straight to my front door
I don't shop at storefront no more
Two bad hoes at my hotel, no, I cannot stop for photo
Brand new bugatti, no trunk
Every time he try it, no luck
Every time we high, roll more
Shorty way too hot, loco
Brand new bugatti
Every time he try it
Every time we high, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more, roll more
Roll more, roll more
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Lattisch, Beldon Jones, Ian Smith, Jared Duckworth
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