Yeah, not my best... it was off the top of my head and I was baked.
Lyrics:
Uhh, EVEN IF MY HOMIES COME FROM BROKEN HOMES
IT SURE DON'T TAKE A GENIOUS TO SMOKE A SHERLOCK, HOLMES
Yeah, that's what I told my bitch last December
You just keep inhaling 'til you can't see an ember
Yeah, Waka Flocka, I light my bowl with your Flame, yo
I keep on hitting it 'til I don't see no herb no mo
Flocka always pulls a Sawyer, bustin' out the paint, yo
But I go harder than you could ever fuckin' know
Curren$y can kiss my ass, there ain't no fuckin' with my cash
I'ma beginner, yeah. But I'm already killing yo tracks
Hard in da paint, twistin' stank
Puffin' reefer and paintin' fences
What you trynna say?
I smoke O after O every fucking day
The sky is the limit
Unless your bud is dank, dank
My name ain't dick, so keep it out'yo mouth
They call me nigga like I'm from the south
Fuck Jet Life, Fuck Taylor Gang
I'm here to build and rep my own name
I may only be a white boy from the TC
But nobody told me it'd be this easy
My blood flows upright, works for me
Chased with some X, that's where I be
But nothing compares to a little THC
I'ma be bigger than you'll ever be!
Hard in da paint, twistin' stank
Puffin' reefer and paintin' fences
What you trynna say?
I smoke O after O every fucking day
The sky is the limit
Unless your bud is dank, dank
You fuckin suck..ahahahahahahhahaahah
BigK209 1 month ago
What a joke
paul23soty 2 months ago