Cella
Said I only made this beat cause savon did
Got a little bin lad, gotta little ghandi
Frontin' like a big shot ridin' with a blondi
Roll that isla vista, smoke until I'm zombie
Bite into the strawberry
Livin' on my lonesome
Have lil mami come and hit me with a coasta
I don sniff the coka, keep it in my holsta
They asking when I'll blow up
I told em when I wanna
Selling all my product
Wakin' for the sun does
Used to have that big heart, now I'm like fuck love
You thugs give the best hugs
And mista office whya wanna arrest us
No wonda why the whole country holding up they weapons
A few shots to the brain
Drinkin' lemonade liquor have em guess if you straight
Anotha LSD dinner, playin jimi all day
But if you whine in this house imma let you cobain
Drink wine eaten trout that I caught in the lake
They say fel what you bout, said we nothin the same
Where the dogs let em out they ain't eat in a day
She tell me I'm the only shit that she play, girl getaway
Make my vision slowa
Herb getting fired like it missed a quota
Sorry but I'm next you got no controller
And its only getting better
The hottest shit you heard out the cellar, c fella
Got a little bin lad, gotta little ghandi
Frontin' like a big shot ridin' with a blondi
Roll that isla vista, smoke until I'm zombie
Bite into the strawberry
Livin' on my lonesome
Have lil mami come and hit me with a coasta
I don sniff the coka, keep it in my holsta
They asking when I'll blow up
I told em when I wanna
Selling all my product
Wakin' for the sun does
Used to have that big heart, now I'm like fuck love
You thugs give the best hugs
And mista office whya wanna arrest us
No wonda why the whole country holding up they weapons
A few shots to the brain
Drinkin' lemonade liquor have em guess if you straight
Anotha LSD dinner, playin jimi all day
But if you whine in this house imma let you cobain
Drink wine eaten trout that I caught in the lake
They say fel what you bout, said we nothin the same
Where the dogs let em out they ain't eat in a day
She tell me I'm the only shit that she play, girl getaway
Make my vision slowa
Herb getting fired like it missed a quota
Sorry but I'm next you got no controller
And its only getting better
The hottest shit you heard out the cellar, c fella
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Felner
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