Lyrics: Koolaidirty Music: DBTHEPLUG/Koolaidirty Yea she sippin on koolaid **ck with a boss im feelin kurt cobain Big big runtz i just smokin on **** i never feel the pain Smokin on kush everyday mofokers they be thinkin that im crazy anyway Not cash need that check label call me anyway God bless to my dawgs who trappin till sunday Im like la da dee da Ion give a shit like **** still alive Smokin on this shit so happy imma cry Do you know how i feel im feelin so goddam high Im feelin la da dee da Had to quit smoke gotta work 24/7 makin hits all night **tch on a ***** she said alright god bless the trap tonight 엉덩이 μž‘μ–΄ ****μ•„ μŒνŒμ΄λΌλ„ κ°ˆμ–΄ λ‚œ λ‘κ°œλ₯Όλ¨Ήκ³  λ‘κΈΈλ‘œ λ»—μ–΄ Trappin like a star feelin like el chopo Aye that weed be s****in all my dawgs in the trap goin make it Makin all that mula 4 season Double up the pack im so insane makin all the flows he cant **ck the beat again Aye hold up hold up god bless the trap **ck being sober I cant **ck wit nobody even my shadow got that persona Imma just do it like that look at my dance All my money relax Mofokers better not trip like when i smoke this **** im losin all my pain Yea she sippin on koolaid **ck with a boss im feelin kurt cobain Big big runtz i just smokin on **** i never feel the pain Smokin on kush everyday mofokers they be thinkin that im crazy anyway Not cash need that check label call me anyway God bless to my dawgs who trappin till sunday Im like la da dee da Ion give a shit like **** still alive Smokin on this shit so happy imma cry Do you know how i feel im feelin so goddam high Im feelin la da dee da Had to quit smoke gotta work 24/7 makin hits all night **tch on a ***** she said alright god bless the trap tonight Get my ass out the trap thinkin what i could do in 5 years lonely When i get that money on my hand imma put that blunt in my mouth sayin **ck the police I aint goin lose my dawgs we tucked up like sum stunna blunts with them ogs I could get hoes everyday dont **ck wit em Count that money with a passion its lovely I got that 4 in my hand 4 in my trap 4 in my blunt god dam so musty I dont know why i was born in this dumb ass country had to spend alotta money on that og I just be geekin like a astronaut got these hoes like restaurant **ck these **tches they passin out Smokin hella gas i dont give a **ck boutta police imma face my blunts like sum countdown Aye that ***** love smokin on that zaza Aye she bad but im done with the **ckin i gotta work now 3 in the jacket im stoned till im sky high Put my phone in a airplane mode they cant catch now I aint even tryna floss but these hoe love me Tryna put that gas in my lungs im road runnin Stop all that thinkin i get high i need more money Cant **ck with them mofokers that be cappin on em Yea she sippin on koolaid **ck with a boss im feelin kurt cobain Big big runtz i just smokin on **** i never feel the pain Smokin on kush everyday mofokers they be thinkin that im crazy anyway Not cash need that check label call me anyway God bless to my dawgs who trappin till sunday Im like la da dee da Ion give a shit like **** still alive Smokin on this shit so happy imma cry Do you know how i feel im feelin so goddam high Im feelin la da dee da Had to quit smoke gotta work 24/7 makin hits all night **tch on a ***** she said alright god bless the trap tonight