Vaitiki - Final Form Lyrics

Seedbank robbing
Got my weed card rolling
4 oz and i'm blowing that dough
Yeah I got the dope man calling
Mahi'ai man plugging
Red eye flights packs for the low

And the dead leaves falling
But the flower keep budding
Bong rips snapping clearing my throat
And if Kevin keep balling NBA Be stunning but I'd be still Considered as the GOAT

I got the cheese you call police
Cannabis culture take over the Street
Give em a check while they Checking my feet
I gotta go hard and I'm Checking Dey cheek
LEDs in my garden, I shoot shit Like Harden
I don't play often, your gold is My garbage
I'm not begging pardon, I'm Flexin' accordin'
To my new risidual, buy you a Coffin
Need me house with a loft and a Pussy to rail
Mixing in mulch to the number 4 bale
Went from an oz to a pound on The scale
Went from a malibu cop the 200
Now back to the malibu fixing My attitude
Singing my hallelujah, I aint Seen jail
Now I got oz's and lb's to scale
Now I got OG in twenty five Gals
Now I got two cards and 20 Pounds mailing priority
UPS tracking gon tell
Lord knows, he got me, I won't Go to hell
Lord knows you sloppy, and Probably gon tell
Coffin on top me you pounding My nail
But that cant happen I'm eating My kale
Bitch i'll go Popeye before I go Jail
Bitch I blow loud you can tell From the smell

Sunday morning coming prayer Hands up
Pull the Roy Jones can't be Touched
MC hammer boy you can't Touch
Weigh the pounds like I never Had enough and
My hair fell off before the man Bun
Girl you know you f*cking with A Kim Jun
Talking whole family got big Guns
If you aint got none than bitch Ruun
If you aint got none than the Hammer gon slide
Jumping out the yota with about 6 eleven guys
Jumping on the saddle got you On a river ride
Suicidal doors but the pussy Homicide
Never saved the pussy, if the Pussy nigga lie
Roll em up like sushi and I eat Em on the side
Take it out the gucci wallet right Before I buy
Like I'm bussin spirit bombs we Playing budokai
Gotta the steak grillin somin' Somin' on the side
All the homies with me, and They right here till I die
Twenty fives gram in the joint I Won't lie
Gorilla glue cross so it gotta be Fire

I got the cheese you call police
Cannabis culture take over the Street
Give em a check like the things On my feet
Gotta blow loud and I gotta go Hard
LEDs in my garden, bud Hanging like Jesus
Go off on Adidas, I'm not Talkin' Yeezus
I'm talking old school, wit the Shell toes and three stripes
Resembling somethin that look Like a Zebra
You gay like Madea, I'm off like Vegeta
The plug on the phone and he Wanted re up
If you ask for the crip, then you Have no idea
Nothing but crip blowing my Seed up
So I can recline in a bed with my Seat up,
And push her back off me like We doing V ups
Came back from Ikea, with Brand new ideas
This weed make me crash, like I'm new Aaliyah
Screaming may day, all the while My feet up
Double cups up on me, no lean But 2 liter