I woke up, I Rolled some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some Bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie
When I'm in Brooklyn I send runners through bodegas Don't bring no dutchie yea you kno me I prefer papers And I got love for the Mets but it's still Lakers I turn my music up, fuck my neighbors I hit JFK, I'm going back to Cali I got some OG Kush From San Fernando Valley My nigga Beezy on the way from Rambo County We keep some organic weed from grass valley I got a bad bitch riding shotgun with the shotgun Pocket full of money and some condoms I'm a drop your bitch back off when I'm done Hope you make your bitch get in the shower That's your bitch, she my bitch, too She let the homie in, too Niggas be coughing while their bitches fucking My nigga, that ain't nothing new I'm the nigga that your bitch come to When she wanna cheat on you I hella be tripping, too, but I got more bitches than you
I woke up, I Rolled some dank up with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some Bitches I got dressed, I mixed the Diesel with Versace I smoked a joint and took a BR, now I'm irie
It's Taylor Gang, I get so high that it's irrational, When I pull up it's first class, but international I know some ratchet bitches and they rep the North side We ain't smoking on that pack unless it's certified Blow it by the zone, nigga, worth the grown Smoking on that strong, give me dome while I'm on the phone Take you to my home where we zip it up and pack it Roll them joints up big as fuck, they tell me slow my roll and chill
This young boy gonna live it up Pass the loud, you'd think that I smoke flavors No bitches in the hood that don't smoke papers Ain't tryina heard 'bout what you mean because I got it It's on the plane 'cause I can't leave the crib without it
Claim you smoke more weed than me, I really doubt it If she wake up and roll a joint that mean she 'bout it And rest in peace, go to my nigga right Now we call it KK and we smoke it all day Straight to the face, fuck what the police say
I woke up, I brought some drink ups with my niggas I got on the phone and caught up with some midgets I got dressed, I mixed the pussy with Versace I smoked a joint and took a beer, now I'm irie
I'm irie, I'm irie, I'm irie I'm irie, yeah, I'm irie I'm irieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
