Bitch dont panic
Everything in my fridge organic
Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic
That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,
That's too savage,
Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet
I do dope moves whenever I doze off
Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic
Yall got the weed
With the seeds and the crumbs
You isn't smokin my weed you a bum
F*ck the police
I got keif in my blunt
Feel like cheech in the room
When my team in the cut
F*ck on yo bitch
Fall asleep with my gun
Gotta tropical bitch sippin pineapple rum
Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout the funds
When I rhyme on the beat
Feel like Jesus my son
Heated seats I mean the heater boy I keep it on my seat
Always rollin deep
Always on the East
On the phone I be like homie watchu need
He need a quarter piece
Out in Florida f*ckin witta gorgeous freak
Dome shot homie go to sleep
Full court Jordan wit da buzzer beat
Reason why they couldn't f*ck wit me
Bumped 2 pac, had 2 grams in my tube socks
My back pack like a tool box
My new tool punch a whole through em like a juice box
Knock ya lights out like the fuse box
Wanna new watch sum huge rocks
Like Mewtew when I level up
My shooter pull up knock ya roof
This shit isn't fair
They couldn't never catch up
I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt
The weed that I smoke
My head in the air
My head outer space
Doin Astronaut stuff
This shit isn't fair
They couldn't never catch up
I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt
The weed that I smoke
My head in the air
My head outer space
Doin Astronaut stuff
Bitch dont panic
Everything in my fridge organic
Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic
That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,
That's too savage,
Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet
I do dope moves whenever I doze off
Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic
Apex Wes - Organic Lyrics
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Bitch dont panic
Everything in my fridge organic
Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic
That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,
That's too savage,
Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet
I do dope moves whenever I doze off
Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic
Yall got the weed
With the seeds and the crumbs
You isn't smokin my weed you a bum
F*ck the police
I got keif in my blunt
Feel like cheech in the room
When my team in the cut
F*ck on yo bitch
Fall asleep with my gun
Gotta tropical bitch sippin pineapple rum
Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout the funds
When I rhyme on the beat
Feel like Jesus my son
Heated seats I mean the heater boy I keep it on my seat
Always rollin deep
Always on the East
On the phone I be like homie watchu need
He need a quarter piece
Out in Florida f*ckin witta gorgeous freak
Dome shot homie go to sleep
Full court Jordan wit da buzzer beat
Reason why they couldn't f*ck wit me
Bumped 2 pac, had 2 grams in my tube socks
My back pack like a tool box
My new tool punch a whole through em like a juice box
Knock ya lights out like the fuse box
Wanna new watch sum huge rocks
Like Mewtew when I level up
My shooter pull up knock ya roof
This shit isn't fair
They couldn't never catch up
I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt
The weed that I smoke
My head in the air
My head outer space
Doin Astronaut stuff
This shit isn't fair
They couldn't never catch up
I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt
The weed that I smoke
My head in the air
My head outer space
Doin Astronaut stuff
Bitch dont panic
Everything in my fridge organic
Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic
That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,
That's too savage,
Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet
I do dope moves whenever I doze off
Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic
Everything in my fridge organic
Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic
That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,
That's too savage,
Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet
I do dope moves whenever I doze off
Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic
Yall got the weed
With the seeds and the crumbs
You isn't smokin my weed you a bum
F*ck the police
I got keif in my blunt
Feel like cheech in the room
When my team in the cut
F*ck on yo bitch
Fall asleep with my gun
Gotta tropical bitch sippin pineapple rum
Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout the funds
When I rhyme on the beat
Feel like Jesus my son
Heated seats I mean the heater boy I keep it on my seat
Always rollin deep
Always on the East
On the phone I be like homie watchu need
He need a quarter piece
Out in Florida f*ckin witta gorgeous freak
Dome shot homie go to sleep
Full court Jordan wit da buzzer beat
Reason why they couldn't f*ck wit me
Bumped 2 pac, had 2 grams in my tube socks
My back pack like a tool box
My new tool punch a whole through em like a juice box
Knock ya lights out like the fuse box
Wanna new watch sum huge rocks
Like Mewtew when I level up
My shooter pull up knock ya roof
This shit isn't fair
They couldn't never catch up
I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt
The weed that I smoke
My head in the air
My head outer space
Doin Astronaut stuff
This shit isn't fair
They couldn't never catch up
I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt
The weed that I smoke
My head in the air
My head outer space
Doin Astronaut stuff
Bitch dont panic
Everything in my fridge organic
Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic
That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,
That's too savage,
Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet
I do dope moves whenever I doze off
Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic
Writer: Wesley Salisbury
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid