Lyrics: Justy Arceneaux/Nicholas Dismore
Music: Justy Arceneaux/Nicholas Dismore
This that project blunt let's light up
How I get this high up
If I start just falling down
It will be some to admire
Behold the sun forever setting on the horizon not rising
Marcus Mariota way my soda give life
A lil heisman
I'm not a Judas
I just took one too many meds
I ain't mean to go stupid
I don't remember what I said
If they tryna get technical
Tell em call an electrician
What'a bag I got several
And they all consist of Pennys
La broke boy
Find me trappin all through shockoe bottom
Yo plug dryer than Nevada
Weather sunny Sally clouded
Hit that traffic gotta light it
Light another for my dawgs in the sky
Gotta shine, got the 9
If a mother****er wanna try me
Keep it G, all I know muh****er
What you know bout da hustle
You ain’t grown got no muscle
Boy you soft, need a chew
Whatchu on, imma do
What I want
Til I’m gone
I keep dropping til I drop uhh
I be slow riding
My windows down bumping Lil Ugly Mane
So much smoke spinning in the air look like a hurricane
I’m with the dawgs so it’s a good day
Don’t come and kill my vibe lil bitch cause 99 got good aim
Switching up lanes so much you finna get motion sick
Don’t need a persona I’m already cold as a bitch
Don’t got no time for a trick cause I’m a first round pick
You could go deep and check the stats and peep that I don’t miss