Lo Life Ski - Mix & Match Lyrics

Jit going crazy on this mother f*cker
Got on three different designers right now nigga
I be mix matching my hoes, mix matching designers
Flyest nigga in the bitch if we being honest
I'm just mix matching these strains, cross breeding the weed
You f*cking with some growers baby, come smoke out the p
I be Mix matching my hoes, mix matching designers
Flyest nigga in the bitch if we being honest
I'm just mix matching these strains, cross breeding the weed
You f*cking with some growers baby, come smoke out the p
I been saucing for a minute, you can say that I'm drenched
Just rolled a cone look like a bat, I'm tryna swing for the fence
Yea, my lil bitch so bad might break you for every cent
She titty f*cked me with them D cups, ain't been right ever since
When big homie in the building, put respect on his name
Lota players in my circle, feel like titty 2 chainz
Baby I ain't pack no bag, went shopping straight from the plane
Yea RIP to prince we still sip purple rain
These niggas ain't who the they when they be in social media
Nigga what you smoking that shit smell like some medium
I know some road runners, making trips like Expedia
All this drip on me, ain't got no choice but to eat it up
I be mix matching my hoes, mix matching designers
Flyest nigga in the bitch if we being honest
I'm just mix matching these strains, cross breeding the weed
You f*cking with some growers baby, come smoke out the p
I be Mix matching my hoes, mix matching designers
Flyest nigga in the bitch if we being honest
I'm just mix matching these strains, cross breeding the weed
You f*cking with some growers baby, come smoke out the p
Mixing up the sauce, I got on three different designers
With a black and white bitch, panda panda like designer
Lota cash money on me I feel like a big timer
Still on that star high shit, case you need a reminder
And I keep designer drugs like I'm Pablo Juan
Icy like I cut the AC on my charm
When I talk she listen, soak this game up like a sponge
Then I knock it out the park like I'm Barry Bonds
Still smokin flavors mane, still only rolling papers mane
Still all I know is gang gang gang, Gave these niggas so much game
Really they should thank me mane, f*ck it twist me up another plane
I be mix matching my hoes, mix matching designers
Flyest nigga in the bitch if we being honest
I'm just mix matching these strains, cross breeding the weed
You f*cking with some growers baby, come smoke out the p
I be Mix matching my hoes, mix matching designers
Flyest nigga in the bitch if we being honest
I'm just mix matching these strains, cross breeding the weed
You f*cking with some growers baby, come smoke out the p
Still smoking papers mane, still all i know is gang gang gang
Rolled a cone look like a bat, I'm tryna swing for the fence
She titty f*cked me with D cups, aint been right ever since
Baby I aint packed no bags went shopping staright from the plane