Verse 1: TomArts
Mother Fuck a structure not counting bars drunk as fuck at the function
I be so high nigga, I think am I bout to die nigga musics what keeps me alive nigga
Spunk shots all over gold diggers grinding until I become a known figure
Then ill bring these hoes with us, Grassheads known track killa
Heading for the ZZ Top scrilla, ill show you how to rock nigga
Making blunts swing like Camp Lo we gone make it everybody in my camp knows
On stage look out for the trap doors, slip and fall into the wormhole
Thats where all the greats go Pun and Smalls know, they were the illest
Man up and get with us, Everything is art twirling cones in the park
Tryna grab my BIC so I can hurry up and spark
Hook:
Verse 2: Jay Lojical
I blow heavy swerve passed the Chevy gripping plenty to escape the wormhole you ain't ready
For a spitta nigga bar status bigga after numerous digits blunted by large figures
You get the picture, rebellious life livers shots invade my liver
Props to all my get money niggas, everytihng is art it was destiny from the start
For us to play the part in this DE spark, Its GH so you get it smoke thick forget it
Team winning stay with a blue ribbon, them players will rip ya pop shots to prick ya
Drops to differ witness the sound bubble blister, I move around with ya go along for the ride
Eyes on the prize when we grind, for the things I could never call mine
Like my nigga Arts say shit'll be fine roll up a cone bitch its our time
Mother Fuck a structure not counting bars drunk as fuck at the function
I be so high nigga, I think am I bout to die nigga musics what keeps me alive nigga
Spunk shots all over gold diggers grinding until I become a known figure
Then ill bring these hoes with us, Grassheads known track killa
Heading for the ZZ Top scrilla, ill show you how to rock nigga
Making blunts swing like Camp Lo we gone make it everybody in my camp knows
On stage look out for the trap doors, slip and fall into the wormhole
Thats where all the greats go Pun and Smalls know, they were the illest
Man up and get with us, Everything is art twirling cones in the park
Tryna grab my BIC so I can hurry up and spark
Hook:
Verse 2: Jay Lojical
I blow heavy swerve passed the Chevy gripping plenty to escape the wormhole you ain't ready
For a spitta nigga bar status bigga after numerous digits blunted by large figures
You get the picture, rebellious life livers shots invade my liver
Props to all my get money niggas, everytihng is art it was destiny from the start
For us to play the part in this DE spark, Its GH so you get it smoke thick forget it
Team winning stay with a blue ribbon, them players will rip ya pop shots to prick ya
Drops to differ witness the sound bubble blister, I move around with ya go along for the ride
Eyes on the prize when we grind, for the things I could never call mine
Like my nigga Arts say shit'll be fine roll up a cone bitch its our time
( TomArts )
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