Niggas try to show me and make Arab You try to shit on me and history You history!
You got to the guy In God I trust, he in I When I get high it like I (touch the sky) And yeah I to kill I make it so you dressed to die, the guy If he try and the stand and (testify) Yeah buddy boy turn him into Lee With four dirty in some ugly tee's (na-na-na) And despite figures, you can't fight off light liquor light niggas (na da da da) In the but I got the drop warm Snowin' out showin' out, the top (na-na-na) I do I have to do say "you little bastard you" "Look man they all laugh at you" (ha ha ha) You wifed it in public, fuck it, you it, I love it disgustin', I'm disgusted, don't wanna discuss it Look me eye-to-eye, we go eye-for-eye But pardon, I'm on (la-la-la)
out and (touch the sky) up and (touch the sky) Smoke a and (touch the sky) Can (testify) We just doin' what we do Nah Cam, I can tell they used to you
Pounds on the floor, guns on the If there's money to make then I'm a call Blood on my chain, in the jar Weed in the air, 2 in the yard Handlin' biz, cameras all the crib You and can't stand it To count this much money you need enough Some went to Stanford, I grew up on Cam and Makin' this and makin' it fast Rollin' a joint and I'm makin' it Reppin' my Gang, ain't no it Drivin' my car like it got no brakes in it Now both my got a safe in it Had my own swag, you takin' it one up and I'm facin' it Got so much you could taste the shit out to Juicy J He them Louis shades We all get stupid I ball, hoop today Got one, need two of them at me, see I'm doin' my thing I'm just tryna up my game Old school shit, you's a
out and (touch the sky) up and (touch the sky) Smoke a and (touch the sky) Can (testify) We just what we usually do Nah Cam, I can tell they ain't to you
out and (touch the sky) up and (touch the sky) Smoke a and (touch the sky) Can (testify) We just doin' what we do Nah Cam, I can tell ain't used to you
Shit, I'm high You bug it, where's the Dibble out the bag, put the aside flow, the cool'll never die Ask me if I'm stoned, am I ever not? Rollin' up, you tryna hit this L' or Uh, another Rollie, I was pressed for time TNT pullin' up, but we don't to swine Send the corner pies, hustler ? Breakin' nights, blowin' blunts on While you was in the nosebleeds at the Drake & tour I was Hitler the pounds, got like 8 off Eatin', clean the plate off, They only hate 'cause lost class nigga, make a flight before the takeoff Uh, fuck a label, 'less Black Label Indie but I'm that major still fuck the other side never lettin' nothin' Roofless shit, the bitch see if she can (touch the sky)
out and (touch the sky) up and (touch the sky) Smoke a and (touch the sky) Can (testify) Uh we just doin' we usually do Nah Cam, I can tell ain't used to you
out and (touch the sky) up and (touch the sky) Smoke a and (touch the sky) Can (testify) Uh we just what we usually do Nah Cam, I can tell ain't used to you