Lyrics Eggrolls - Onnagondola

(Gondola)

All of my blunts be looking like egg-rolls
Bitches be playing games, Nintendo
I'm smoking dope when I get home
I'm just hoping I let go
All my loud pack on me echo
Shit wasn't boomin I switched up the tempo
Walk in the room I got sevens on, retro
My life a movie I been on the edge though
We getting the brioche
Trap got hot like a 100°
Drugs speak a new language to me
I'm on the porch off of a bean
We toting a brand new beam
I pull up and fuck up the whole house
Dip out fast that's a vandalized scene
So oh okay okay, hold up, yeah

My mind always damaging me
I just been feeling low all week
So imma just roll my weed
And I don't need no visine
I'm tweaking I'll geek till I D-I-E
We lit in this bitch got B-I-C
I'm off the perc in the F-Y-E
Gondola might leave you dead in the street
Mf's tripping like F B I
Sometimes I'm wishing I wasn't alive
Bitch I wake up and start working on dying
I could teach someone how to fly
Every night I'm over head in the sky
I'm getting head while I'm driving, might die
All fucked up, you can see in my eyes
All fucked up, you can see in my eyes
No, you don't wanna try
Gun on my side we gon shoot out the lights
Everything that you be on fake hype
Come outside we snatching yo life
I sleep thru the day I was trapping all night
Way too high you ain't reaching my height
Wherever I go I'm taking flight
Green on me like it's construction site
I still be living a fucked up life
You always switching up and it ain't right
I'm always posted up here with a knife
Don't pull up and get caught in the fire
I'll put my hair up in liberty spikes
Down the handle I'm sinning tonight
Whole lotta ammo i'm spinning on sight
Come through and we'll show you pain redefined

All of my blunts be looking like egg-rolls
Bitches be playing games, Nintendo
I'm smoking dope when I get home
I'm just hoping I let go
All my loud pack on me echo
Shit wasn't boomin I switched up the tempo
Walk in the room I got sevens on, retro
My life a movie I been on the edge though
We getting the brioche
Trap got hot like a hunnid degrees
Drugs speak a new language to me
I'm on the porch off of a bean
We toting a brand new beam
I pull up and fuck up the whole house
Dip out fast that's a vandalized scene
Walk, hold up
You don't wanna try, uh
Yeah you don't wanna try, hold up
You don't wanna try, hold up
Uh yeah hold up
We getting the brioche
And we getting the
Huh yeah we getting the brioche, yeah
Trap got hot like a 100°
Huh yeah hold up
Pull up and then yeah, hold up
Dip out the scene, yeah