cant describe me and the life i lead,
all i need is my fams, some shrooms and a room hella fulla dank ass weed.
yeah thats my shit, get it how you live,
trapbitch fo hayghe, you aint ever met me,
smart off the streets,but i know my history.
cops cant bust me, you cant touch me,
thug life niggas, this aint your normal cup of tea.
nigga did her wrong, but she aint eva frown,
higher than the moon, and she aint comin down.
you gonna have to love me,
or you gonna leave me alone,
these hoes be steady frontin when they man is tryin'a bone,
queen of this shit, hand me my thrown,
think they can phase me but i'm in my zone,
drinking hella liquor, staying super stoned,
i stay stacking and my shit fire, homegrown.
fuck a man, all i need is my bitches,
not the kinda skut that be pullin them switches,
they the ones that flaked,
so left em in the ditches,
fucks with me, i scare them outta they britches,
put em on they feet, they'll make you the richest,
stay strapped everyday,
and i'm killin all these snitches.
and if you is pie, stay flossin, stay fly,
stay scrappin, stay high,
bitch talkin shit, give her a black eye,
they callin for da serve, swear they always dry,
they call that good shit purp, and thats what i supply.
winter garden where my city at,
if you aint with it stay the fuck back,
oak boys more like fuck boys,
shit that they be pullin's whack.
they the pussys you call foolish,
thinkin they can cop my swag, wishin they could do this,
your girl be talkin smack,
i give ya man a heartattack,
mary jane my baby, noone else got it like that.
play it cold, with my girl, ima fuck you up,
drink got me feelin slow, the sizzurp in my cup,
aint a paper chaser, i just hit the vapor,
smoke it all now, get more later.
if i fucks witcha, i'm stuck witcha,
til them graveyard days,
how you live, always give,
real niggas got it that way,
poppp bottles with my team,
with these niggas til the death of me.
dont be askin why,
we met in junior high,
she said hi we got high,
now this bitch my ride or die.
lil k spittin beats, like i run the streets,
i broke all the rules by actin a fool,
and i cant even rap, but i wrote this for julius,i'm such a sap.
all i need is my fams, some shrooms and a room hella fulla dank ass weed.
yeah thats my shit, get it how you live,
trapbitch fo hayghe, you aint ever met me,
smart off the streets,but i know my history.
cops cant bust me, you cant touch me,
thug life niggas, this aint your normal cup of tea.
nigga did her wrong, but she aint eva frown,
higher than the moon, and she aint comin down.
you gonna have to love me,
or you gonna leave me alone,
these hoes be steady frontin when they man is tryin'a bone,
queen of this shit, hand me my thrown,
think they can phase me but i'm in my zone,
drinking hella liquor, staying super stoned,
i stay stacking and my shit fire, homegrown.
fuck a man, all i need is my bitches,
not the kinda skut that be pullin them switches,
they the ones that flaked,
so left em in the ditches,
fucks with me, i scare them outta they britches,
put em on they feet, they'll make you the richest,
stay strapped everyday,
and i'm killin all these snitches.
and if you is pie, stay flossin, stay fly,
stay scrappin, stay high,
bitch talkin shit, give her a black eye,
they callin for da serve, swear they always dry,
they call that good shit purp, and thats what i supply.
winter garden where my city at,
if you aint with it stay the fuck back,
oak boys more like fuck boys,
shit that they be pullin's whack.
they the pussys you call foolish,
thinkin they can cop my swag, wishin they could do this,
your girl be talkin smack,
i give ya man a heartattack,
mary jane my baby, noone else got it like that.
play it cold, with my girl, ima fuck you up,
drink got me feelin slow, the sizzurp in my cup,
aint a paper chaser, i just hit the vapor,
smoke it all now, get more later.
if i fucks witcha, i'm stuck witcha,
til them graveyard days,
how you live, always give,
real niggas got it that way,
poppp bottles with my team,
with these niggas til the death of me.
dont be askin why,
we met in junior high,
she said hi we got high,
now this bitch my ride or die.
lil k spittin beats, like i run the streets,
i broke all the rules by actin a fool,
and i cant even rap, but i wrote this for julius,i'm such a sap.
