No pressure on me
But that pressure on me
Roll a blunt or a wood
Of that Fire Og
Got that fire on me
Yea I'm fire homie
Yea She rubbin
Yea she fuckin
She Vibin on me
Nutted in a some faces
That I know I shoulda pissed on
Tried to tell em im that boy
But none of them will listen
Lonely Brodie
Smoking dodi
Grinding onna Mission
Come on over On this side
We clearly the vision Vision
Yea winnon
Getting chickon
Stupid hoe
Yea you know
That we been on
Hunnids Dey be
Bussin out the ceiling
No Salami Lid
Hows about you
Suck this fuckin dick
Just like yo mommy did
I'm rockin Tommy fig
That murakami kid
He a rebel
He a soldier
He a army kid
Budda dog
Yea the dog w dog budda
Only mf that can do
It like no odda
And If you eva wonda what my dick taste like
Then ask yo mudda
Boy you just fuck up
Betta luck up
Otherwise you endin up like every mf
