Pools in the yard
Garage fulla cars
Smoking boof out the raw
To the moon go to Mars
Don't know who you think you are
F*ck her in the booth witta Jewls on my arm
When my dick super hard
Pour a 4 then I snore
Record when I'm bored
I record what I'm living
Then I hit it on the floor
Lean seeping out my pores
More heaters than a war
Puttin numbers on the board
(yeah)
Wanna shotty wanna glocky
But I'm cocking back a remmy
Gucci on my body but I wanna cop givenchy
For my thotty she deserve It
I was servin through yo city
Copped the jolly rancher had yo baby momma sipping
God for give me for the way I'm living,
Forgive all the sinning I ain't mean it
God forbid my momma ever find my glizzy
Smoke it till I'm dizzy
Roll a 3.5 ima hit till I'm lifted
I'm drifting out my mind
You the one I think about
I think I need you in my life,
Wanna glizzy wanna chopper
But I'm cocking back a 9
Talking to myself
Think I'm tripping every night,
Roll a 3.5 I be drifting out my mind
Sexting,
Witta lil freak cuz that neck clean,
Press me
I could putta lazer on ya neck piece
Blessed me wit da top stop all dat flexing
I was next to the glock cocked back
When she left me
She left me for dead,
Left me on on read,
She the best wit da neck
Blessed wit da head
I finessed for the checks
Check mark on my sweats
Yo bitch chilling here
Shoulda keept her in check
Wanna shotty wanna glocky
But I'm cocking back a remmy
Gucci on my body but I wanna cop givenchy
For my thotty she deserve It
I was servin through yo city
Copped the jolly rancher had yo baby momma sipping
God for give me for the way I'm living,
Forgive all the sinning I ain't mean it
God forbid my momma ever find my glizzy
Smoke it till I'm dizzy
Roll a 3.5 ima hit till I'm lifted
I'm drifting out my mind
Pools in the yard
Garage fulla cars
Smoking boof out the raw
To the moon go to Mars
Don't know who you think you are
F*ck her in the booth witta Jewls on my arm
When my dick super hard
Pour a 4 then I snore
Record when I'm bored
Record what I'm living
Then I hit it on the floor
Lean seeping out my pores
More heaters than a war
Puttin numbers on the board
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Pools in the yard
Garage fulla cars
Smoking boof out the raw
To the moon go to Mars
Don't know who you think you are
F*ck her in the booth witta Jewls on my arm
When my dick super hard
Pour a 4 then I snore
Record when I'm bored
I record what I'm living
Then I hit it on the floor
Lean seeping out my pores
More heaters than a war
Puttin numbers on the board
(yeah)
Wanna shotty wanna glocky
But I'm cocking back a remmy
Gucci on my body but I wanna cop givenchy
For my thotty she deserve It
I was servin through yo city
Copped the jolly rancher had yo baby momma sipping
God for give me for the way I'm living,
Forgive all the sinning I ain't mean it
God forbid my momma ever find my glizzy
Smoke it till I'm dizzy
Roll a 3.5 ima hit till I'm lifted
I'm drifting out my mind
You the one I think about
I think I need you in my life,
Wanna glizzy wanna chopper
But I'm cocking back a 9
Talking to myself
Think I'm tripping every night,
Roll a 3.5 I be drifting out my mind
Sexting,
Witta lil freak cuz that neck clean,
Press me
I could putta lazer on ya neck piece
Blessed me wit da top stop all dat flexing
I was next to the glock cocked back
When she left me
She left me for dead,
Left me on on read,
She the best wit da neck
Blessed wit da head
I finessed for the checks
Check mark on my sweats
Yo bitch chilling here
Shoulda keept her in check
Wanna shotty wanna glocky
But I'm cocking back a remmy
Gucci on my body but I wanna cop givenchy
For my thotty she deserve It
I was servin through yo city
Copped the jolly rancher had yo baby momma sipping
God for give me for the way I'm living,
Forgive all the sinning I ain't mean it
God forbid my momma ever find my glizzy
Smoke it till I'm dizzy
Roll a 3.5 ima hit till I'm lifted
I'm drifting out my mind
Pools in the yard
Garage fulla cars
Smoking boof out the raw
To the moon go to Mars
Don't know who you think you are
F*ck her in the booth witta Jewls on my arm
When my dick super hard
Pour a 4 then I snore
Record when I'm bored
Record what I'm living
Then I hit it on the floor
Lean seeping out my pores
More heaters than a war
Puttin numbers on the board
Garage fulla cars
Smoking boof out the raw
To the moon go to Mars
Don't know who you think you are
F*ck her in the booth witta Jewls on my arm
When my dick super hard
Pour a 4 then I snore
Record when I'm bored
I record what I'm living
Then I hit it on the floor
Lean seeping out my pores
More heaters than a war
Puttin numbers on the board
(yeah)
Wanna shotty wanna glocky
But I'm cocking back a remmy
Gucci on my body but I wanna cop givenchy
For my thotty she deserve It
I was servin through yo city
Copped the jolly rancher had yo baby momma sipping
God for give me for the way I'm living,
Forgive all the sinning I ain't mean it
God forbid my momma ever find my glizzy
Smoke it till I'm dizzy
Roll a 3.5 ima hit till I'm lifted
I'm drifting out my mind
You the one I think about
I think I need you in my life,
Wanna glizzy wanna chopper
But I'm cocking back a 9
Talking to myself
Think I'm tripping every night,
Roll a 3.5 I be drifting out my mind
Sexting,
Witta lil freak cuz that neck clean,
Press me
I could putta lazer on ya neck piece
Blessed me wit da top stop all dat flexing
I was next to the glock cocked back
When she left me
She left me for dead,
Left me on on read,
She the best wit da neck
Blessed wit da head
I finessed for the checks
Check mark on my sweats
Yo bitch chilling here
Shoulda keept her in check
Wanna shotty wanna glocky
But I'm cocking back a remmy
Gucci on my body but I wanna cop givenchy
For my thotty she deserve It
I was servin through yo city
Copped the jolly rancher had yo baby momma sipping
God for give me for the way I'm living,
Forgive all the sinning I ain't mean it
God forbid my momma ever find my glizzy
Smoke it till I'm dizzy
Roll a 3.5 ima hit till I'm lifted
I'm drifting out my mind
Pools in the yard
Garage fulla cars
Smoking boof out the raw
To the moon go to Mars
Don't know who you think you are
F*ck her in the booth witta Jewls on my arm
When my dick super hard
Pour a 4 then I snore
Record when I'm bored
Record what I'm living
Then I hit it on the floor
Lean seeping out my pores
More heaters than a war
Puttin numbers on the board
Writer: Wesley Salisbury
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