Hook: My right hand my right my right hand my right hand holding tight to the swisher my left holding my left my left hold on the drank and let the gar burn slow
Verse1:Middle finger to the sky pass the cigarillo smoking session club wrecking gone and pour that drank though work week over money made grinding hard we ain't playing flow hot spitting raps gone be until my last days we busting down them walls and they longer than that China one the team going strong flushing'em out like niacin I'm higher than the clouds afar shining like a classic car standing tall Kareem jab at responsive to my avatar welcome to my seminar what ya drinking that's the M.O. shawty say she sipping plenty real nigga on that henny now sucker don't tempt me you never could get near me the son of this rap shit so I know you feel me it's clearly evident the squad is relevant and plus my image ain't changing cause i ain't selling it so why you settling embellishing the truth we going through the roof I'm up on that 80 proof bitch
Verse 2: God I gotta thank him another day getting older world weight on my shoulders big as boulders staying sober hard as hell nigga I gotta just keep on getting it obstacles trying to end me f*ck it staying relentless but rhyming for a reason this the season and we eating fiending to bring it back that real music that crack beating down ya block we bumping bra we smoking torching the damn city the raw and rarest committee getting gritty and clicking like a shooter it's g.o.y blowing like a whistle and we frying 'em like the pot hotter than the summer best believe we on the come up rolling 7's out the gate having my people jump up the right the right hand keep the shit in rotation my left she getting closer I get the drink in a second atl representer throw it up we bout killem Tayreal the rare breed you know the motto and get high and my
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Hook: My right hand my right my right hand my right hand holding tight to the swisher my left holding my left my left hold on the drank and let the gar burn slow
Verse1:Middle finger to the sky pass the cigarillo smoking session club wrecking gone and pour that drank though work week over money made grinding hard we ain't playing flow hot spitting raps gone be until my last days we busting down them walls and they longer than that China one the team going strong flushing'em out like niacin I'm higher than the clouds afar shining like a classic car standing tall Kareem jab at responsive to my avatar welcome to my seminar what ya drinking that's the M.O. shawty say she sipping plenty real nigga on that henny now sucker don't tempt me you never could get near me the son of this rap shit so I know you feel me it's clearly evident the squad is relevant and plus my image ain't changing cause i ain't selling it so why you settling embellishing the truth we going through the roof I'm up on that 80 proof bitch
Verse 2: God I gotta thank him another day getting older world weight on my shoulders big as boulders staying sober hard as hell nigga I gotta just keep on getting it obstacles trying to end me f*ck it staying relentless but rhyming for a reason this the season and we eating fiending to bring it back that real music that crack beating down ya block we bumping bra we smoking torching the damn city the raw and rarest committee getting gritty and clicking like a shooter it's g.o.y blowing like a whistle and we frying 'em like the pot hotter than the summer best believe we on the come up rolling 7's out the gate having my people jump up the right the right hand keep the shit in rotation my left she getting closer I get the drink in a second atl representer throw it up we bout killem Tayreal the rare breed you know the motto and get high and my
Verse1:Middle finger to the sky pass the cigarillo smoking session club wrecking gone and pour that drank though work week over money made grinding hard we ain't playing flow hot spitting raps gone be until my last days we busting down them walls and they longer than that China one the team going strong flushing'em out like niacin I'm higher than the clouds afar shining like a classic car standing tall Kareem jab at responsive to my avatar welcome to my seminar what ya drinking that's the M.O. shawty say she sipping plenty real nigga on that henny now sucker don't tempt me you never could get near me the son of this rap shit so I know you feel me it's clearly evident the squad is relevant and plus my image ain't changing cause i ain't selling it so why you settling embellishing the truth we going through the roof I'm up on that 80 proof bitch
Verse 2: God I gotta thank him another day getting older world weight on my shoulders big as boulders staying sober hard as hell nigga I gotta just keep on getting it obstacles trying to end me f*ck it staying relentless but rhyming for a reason this the season and we eating fiending to bring it back that real music that crack beating down ya block we bumping bra we smoking torching the damn city the raw and rarest committee getting gritty and clicking like a shooter it's g.o.y blowing like a whistle and we frying 'em like the pot hotter than the summer best believe we on the come up rolling 7's out the gate having my people jump up the right the right hand keep the shit in rotation my left she getting closer I get the drink in a second atl representer throw it up we bout killem Tayreal the rare breed you know the motto and get high and my