letra de bb belts - prod shxde
(“dear customer” “wassup” “this voicemail is to inform you that”) i’ll be d-mned, if the gas in my blunt don’t knock me out
i could never, be around no rats ‘cause that’s not what i’m ’bout
8-808’s, hitting harder than a b-tch you hear the sound
yeah, elevate the crowd, all the chanting getting loud(knock me out)
n-ggas be asking me if they the next up i always be drawing a blank
i really be gripping the glocks but yo p-ssy ass shooters they pulling up shooting the blanks
i be so silly i’m giggling lmao i be laughing my ass to the bank
walk in the trap with a band you leaving with nothing, this top of the shelf b-tch the f-ck did you think?
f-ck did you think you gon purchase from me?
a singular blunt cost a hunnid at least
you smelling the gas from a mile away and you look in the back and there’s dozens of trees
you look in the back and there’s dozens of bl!ckies
there’s reasons why i be as high as can be ‘cause i’m rolling weed it’s the best in the city b-tch!
po-po-pockets like my blunt, b-tch it’s stuffed to the max
got the cuban link around my neck the diamond stay attached
if she throw it back, guarantee that’s where i’ll hit it
as a jit i used to twitch up with the switch now i call hits
(studded diamonds on my waist)
(5 bricks in my pockets, they be adding extra weight)
(b-tch the driver take me straight to the plane, don’t have to wait)
(i be careless with my purchases consider it waste)
(stop intruding with the hate)
i’ll be d-mned, if the gas in my blunt don’t knock me out
i could never, be around no rats ‘cause that’s not what i’m ’bout
8-808’s, hitting harder than a b-tch you hear the sound
yeah, elevate the crowd, all the chanting getting loud(knock me out)
put me on the aux, we vibin out the whip we in the ritz
up in florida with cuzzo got additions to our wrists
shxde cooking up the beats, you never heard nothing like this
and you not apart of it, ain’t even check the list(aye aye aye)
n-ggas be asking me if they the next up i always be drawing a blank
i really be gripping the glocks but yo p-ssy ass shooters they pulling up shooting the blanks
i be so silly i’m giggling lmao i be laughing my ass to the bank
walk in the trap with a band you leaving with nothing, this top of the shelf b-tch the f-ck did you think?
f-ck did you think you gon purchase from me?
a singular blunt cost a hunnid at least
you smelling the gas from a mile away and you look in the back and there’s dozens of trees
you look in the back and there’s dozens of bl!ckies
there’s reasons why i be as high as can be ‘cause i’m rolling weed it’s the best in the city
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