God damn, how is this? I the whole world gonna be feeling this East coast nigga, but how is this? Still don't a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss God damn, how is this? I know the whole world gonna be feeling East coast nigga, but how trill is Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is a bliss
1] Stone cold Rose gold I afford it I stone cold drugs
Stone cold, stone, I'm a stoned nigga it on my tombstone, I was stoned nigga
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans lean sipping, Tennessee nigga, Nah Influenced by Houston, it in my music A trill to the truest Show you how to do
My all gold grills give her cold Said she's got a feel cause I'm so trill Two dope boy scales, but I sold No L, put her on her feet, toe
Them vampires, them suckers, them thirsty killers We it bout it, we rowdy rowdy, that Percy Miller For really real, we chill, don't sport Chinchilla No bounty hunters, I'm bout to killa, I'm my skrilla
me the title, then give me the cash Fold it bag it then move to the trash Follow my my swag Niggas is wickity wickity Like Kriss Her lip gloss, slip-ons get off My bitch, boss,
We smoking then thinking then that hash it and pass Making it in my shoes And in my path
was for grabs Making them Took in a And they back
Fuck the money, the fame, this is real life The of my trill life