[Intro]
Blessed up
Ooh, blessed up
Yeah
Everyday I’m lit just like my
Ooh yeah
[Chorus]
Don’t roll no weed, I’m rolling in the Wraith
Yeah
Everyday I’m lit just like my birthday cake
Yeah
They steal my style them niggas copy paste
Uh
Young Garden balling, I don’t like to play
I’m a stylist, bitch I’m flexing out the gym with it
Jump on that private jet, lil’ baby never seen this shit
Swear I’m different than these faking niggas
I ain’t switching up
Ran it up, I’m counting up them figures
We gon’ live it up, gang
[Verse 1]
Told that boy stop it he ain’t gang like us
Yeah
Wanna be down, you better go get some bucks
Yeah
Baby you fine but no I cannot cuff
Yeah
We link one time, fuck and then I’m off
Running it up, bitch I’m all ‘bout the paper
I’m in LA and I ball like a Laker
Keeping that Glock so I know that I’m safer
Bitch I’m from Queens yeah shoutout Jamaica
Play with the gang, you get sent to your maker
I got a stick, nigga ain’t talking Sega
Do what I want cause I’m feeling so famous
Shawty give top and she leaving me brainless
I see the guap, I go and take it
She on my cock, told her get naked
I catch a opp, fry ‘em like bacon
Boy you a cop, nigga I’m skating
Getting my bag and I’m feeling amazing
These niggas pussy I swear that they faking
Stacking that money that I keep on making
So much Margiela, they calling me Maison
[Chorus]
Don’t roll no weed, I’m rolling in the Wraith
Yeah
Everyday I’m lit just like my birthday cake
Yeah
They steal my style them niggas copy paste
Uh
Young Garden balling, I don’t like to play
I’m a stylist, bitch I’m flexing out the gym with it
Jump on that private jet, lil’ baby never seen this shit
Swear I’m different than these faking niggas
I ain’t switching up
Ran it up, I’m counting up them figures
We gon’ live it up, gang
Blessed up
Ooh, blessed up
Yeah
Everyday I’m lit just like my
Ooh yeah
[Chorus]
Don’t roll no weed, I’m rolling in the Wraith
Yeah
Everyday I’m lit just like my birthday cake
Yeah
They steal my style them niggas copy paste
Uh
Young Garden balling, I don’t like to play
I’m a stylist, bitch I’m flexing out the gym with it
Jump on that private jet, lil’ baby never seen this shit
Swear I’m different than these faking niggas
I ain’t switching up
Ran it up, I’m counting up them figures
We gon’ live it up, gang
[Verse 1]
Told that boy stop it he ain’t gang like us
Yeah
Wanna be down, you better go get some bucks
Yeah
Baby you fine but no I cannot cuff
Yeah
We link one time, fuck and then I’m off
Running it up, bitch I’m all ‘bout the paper
I’m in LA and I ball like a Laker
Keeping that Glock so I know that I’m safer
Bitch I’m from Queens yeah shoutout Jamaica
Play with the gang, you get sent to your maker
I got a stick, nigga ain’t talking Sega
Do what I want cause I’m feeling so famous
Shawty give top and she leaving me brainless
I see the guap, I go and take it
She on my cock, told her get naked
I catch a opp, fry ‘em like bacon
Boy you a cop, nigga I’m skating
Getting my bag and I’m feeling amazing
These niggas pussy I swear that they faking
Stacking that money that I keep on making
So much Margiela, they calling me Maison
[Chorus]
Don’t roll no weed, I’m rolling in the Wraith
Yeah
Everyday I’m lit just like my birthday cake
Yeah
They steal my style them niggas copy paste
Uh
Young Garden balling, I don’t like to play
I’m a stylist, bitch I’m flexing out the gym with it
Jump on that private jet, lil’ baby never seen this shit
Swear I’m different than these faking niggas
I ain’t switching up
Ran it up, I’m counting up them figures
We gon’ live it up, gang
( CamilosGarden )
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