Текст песни
Yo, yo
Take all my pride
Put it in a rocket
Take all my power
Put it in a socket
You know I’m blowing big smoke
And I’m accepting all smoke
Now don’t you dare now get close
Big clouds coming out my window
Need a wagon that’s a benzo
Need a baby that’s a nypho
Let it pop like double pistol
Let it bang on my block
Let it bang on my yuhh
Now we goin nonstop
Everything is nonstop
Devil workin nonstop
Got my emotions bottled up inside a bottle of patron and don’t ask about the smell Cause you know im blowin smoke
I been stuck inside the stu and ion plan on going home
I been swimming with the sharks inside my head and now I’m gone
Got my emotions bottled up inside a bottle of patron and don’t ask about the smell Cause you know im blowin smoke
I been stuck inside the stu and i don’t plan on going home
I been swimming with the sharks inside my head and now I’m gone
Gone and I ain’t coming back again
High as a bitch worry bout me and
Stacking up my ends
Everything I see, I see it through designer lenses
So I knew I wasn’t trippin and I knew we wasn’t friends
I got the word from a genie on the low
He said the devil after me and coming for my soul
I tossed em out the ring and did it with a single throw
If there was medals for this shit I would of got the fucking gold
I’m sayin fuck ya fuckin hoes
I’m sayin fuck ya fuckin joes
I’m a motherfucking pro
I’m the motherfucking goat of my city
C Springs Better stand up
Bouncin to this shit like some motherfucking d cups
Tell me where the cheese yeah
Imma get my keys yeah
Wait lemme get my weed yeah
Im about to scheme yeah
Fuck
I’m bout my paper like a fax
Mikey talk facts
I only talk facts yo
Got my emotions bottled up inside a bottle of patron and don’t ask about the smell Cause you know im blowin smoke
I been stuck inside the stu and i don’t plan on going home
I been swimming with the sharks inside my head and now I’m gone
Gone and I ain’t coming back again
High as a bitch worry bout me and
Stacking up my ends
Everything I see, I see it through designer lenses
So I knew I wasn’t trippin and I knew we wasn’t friends
Got my emotions bottled up inside a bottle of patron and don’t ask about the smell cause you know im blowin smoke
I been stuck inside the stu and i don’t plan on going home
I been swimming with the sharks inside my head and now I’m gone
Gone and I ain’t coming back again
High as a bitch worry bout me and
Stacking up my ends
Everything I see, I see it through designer lenses
So I knew I wasn’t trippin and I knew we wasn’t friends
