20 Joints
Smoke 'til I'm lifeless
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit (Bling bling)
5 a.m., I work the night shift (Graveyard)
I got two main girls and a side chick (Pretty bitches)
Pop's old van in the driveway (Driveway)
Think about ma', drunk on Broadway
Light it up, what it taste like?
Lemonade, when it's made right (Yeah)
These J's ain't out yet (Nope)
Call my shoe plug, two or three ounces
Bag full of cash, so much I don't count it
Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (Crazy)
New watch, I'm clownin' (Ooh)
OGs, outta town 'em!
Keep the wire for the breakdown
I'm paranoid, I'm waitin' for the shakedown (Fed boys)
Baby so fly with the headlight
Kiss a few times, tell her get the bread right
Wake up, smoke 'til I pass out (Pass out)
Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (True)
Face down with the ass out
Live so fast, what that 'bout? (I don't know)
Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
You smell the cookie smoke, all in the air, Berner
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
Had to let a pound go (Pound go)
I miss what it felt like in the drought y'all (Dope boy)
OG from the dope game (Dope game)
Five drunk bitches on cocaine
Whole studio up smoked out, find yo own lane (Own lane)
I'm so loaded in the slow lane
Yeah, I get busy, with yo main plug with me
I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
Had to bounce back though
Rap money too damn slow
Kill 'em with the Xan flow
Pull up in a Lambo
42 a piece if I get em to Atlanta
I didn't wanna kill 'em so I hit 'em with the handle
Blood drippin' on my camo
20 grand stuffed in the candelar
Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (6-40)
Tell 'em get the cash right
Really I don't act right
Sprite same color as a black light
Tell 'em that the bag light (Bag light)
And Bern don't want it
Roll the snowman, with snowman on it
Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
R.I.P Nice, we gon' keep ballin'
And smokin' all this weed
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
20 joints in the air
20 joints in the air
All the ice is drippin' when the lights hit (Bling bling)
5 a.m., I work the night shift (Graveyard)
I got two main girls and a side chick (Pretty bitches)
Pop's old van in the driveway (Driveway)
Think about ma', drunk on Broadway
Light it up, what it taste like?
Lemonade, when it's made right (Yeah)
These J's ain't out yet (Nope)
Call my shoe plug, two or three ounces
Bag full of cash, so much I don't count it
Thought I lost my mind, but I just found it (Crazy)
New watch, I'm clownin' (Ooh)
OGs, outta town 'em!
Keep the wire for the breakdown
I'm paranoid, I'm waitin' for the shakedown (Fed boys)
Baby so fly with the headlight
Kiss a few times, tell her get the bread right
Wake up, smoke 'til I pass out (Pass out)
Only pick the phone up if the bitch cash out (True)
Face down with the ass out
Live so fast, what that 'bout? (I don't know)
Really, I don't care, I'm a millionaire
You smell the cookie smoke, all in the air, Berner
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
Had to let a pound go (Pound go)
I miss what it felt like in the drought y'all (Dope boy)
OG from the dope game (Dope game)
Five drunk bitches on cocaine
Whole studio up smoked out, find yo own lane (Own lane)
I'm so loaded in the slow lane
Yeah, I get busy, with yo main plug with me
I ain't slept in a week, blue bills so crispy
Had to bounce back though
Rap money too damn slow
Kill 'em with the Xan flow
Pull up in a Lambo
42 a piece if I get em to Atlanta
I didn't wanna kill 'em so I hit 'em with the handle
Blood drippin' on my camo
20 grand stuffed in the candelar
Metal cans, yeah I up like a vandal (6-40)
Tell 'em get the cash right
Really I don't act right
Sprite same color as a black light
Tell 'em that the bag light (Bag light)
And Bern don't want it
Roll the snowman, with snowman on it
Gin, no tonic, cash, no wallet
R.I.P Nice, we gon' keep ballin'
And smokin' all this weed
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
Really they don't smoke like me
I don't really share
Really they don't smoke like me
20 joints in the air
20 joints in the air
20 joints in the air
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Writer(s): 0, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam
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