Lyrics




Bowl just came
Sent it right thru mail
All my opps in hell
May look cool but he might just tell
It's just something I smell
Locked me up but they ain't find my L
Bond out
Shit was right there
Out of this world
Nigga I'm not here
So high nigga I can sell air
Me and shon do this shit right all year
Nigga ion enn care we gon ball nair
Niggas they can say what they all gon say cause ain't gon do shit at all but stare
You can get all sentimental on the net if you want but for what nigga we don't care
Tryna see how much I can fit in this blunt
Smoking on elephant trunks
300s with a demon in the front
Driving Hellephant trunks
Me and jinx we ain't never fell out
10 toes we ain't never falling down
Back to grind
Brought Cole to the nine
We been locked in since
We ain't never fall out
Why would ever tell you all the game
When it's meant to be sold
I signing shit if they ain't upping no rolls
8 figure nigga fasho
Niggas be selling the soul
She tried slip inside this rose
Oh no no no noooooo
I ain't been sleep in like two days
New money
New day
Same clothes
Put it on your gums how the coke taste
I can Turn a ball into 8k
Need somebody killed Give me 8k
I'll give that shit right to Ak
I been the trap for like 8 days
I can show you how to get it 8 ways
I Can never ever get too close
Eventually we just gon part ways
Rt same parkay
Chain color drip Eliante
Chain color drip Eliante
I Can never ever get too close
Eventually we just gon part ways
Rt same parkay
Chain color drip



Writer(s): Tyroy French



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