Lyrics

I live on Mars, I hit Earth just to pull hoes And to grab some chucks, then it's outter space I go The finest of the Kush zillaman blows on All you see is purple leaves through the whole zone Keep a bad bitch, I tell her get a roll on I'm a big tyma hoe, you see my chain froze Tattoos everywhere, inc game strong We the outsiders, we don't fuck with lames homes Mouthpiece sick, I make hoes buy me shit They keep a nigga fly, plus they like to gobble it Roll up them EZs, fill it up with OG You know you want to be 400 for the bong, I get super high A whole rack for the shades, I get super fly And I like my OG Kush super dry You know you want to be 400 for the bong, I get super high A whole rack for the shades, I get super fly And I like my OG Kush super dry You know you want to be Take a picture, the hate can last for centuries I've been killing these beats and I won't let one get the best of me Triple D reppin', I'ma say it to the death of me Put my drive towards greatness, I ain't stopping till my destiny Chef Boy RD, these bars be the recipe Know I'm on that gas and they just parked where them Teslas be No discrepancy, cause nobody here next to me And you can put a Ton up on the Prince if you testing me (Prinston) Break it down, but you ain't even get passing grades You know I stay fresher than the fruit up in the tractor blades I do me like I masturbate, you copy like you mashing paste And you can think I'm wack, but you alone like a castaway 400 for the bong, I get super high A whole rack for the shades, I get super fly And I like my OG Kush super dry You know you want to be 400 for the bong, I get super high A whole rack for the shades, I get super fly And I like my OG Kush super dry You know you want to be I'm shining like a diamond grill outta diamond hill Name another out here hit that'll build how I build I got my city on my back, fuck how you feel Never will I switch up for a dollar bill Respect the grind, I'm Polly and it's prime Where I'm from, you either eat or get ate alive That's what we apply till they recognize And can't deny the motherfucking enterprise Ain't nothing given, we earn what we eat From the west to the east, ain't no room for the weak When I leave, they gon' know who I be You can take me out the funk, but can't take the funk out of me 400 for the bong, I get super high A whole rack for the shades, I get super fly And I like my OG Kush super dry You know you want to be 400 for the bong, I get super high A whole rack for the shades, I get super fly And I like my OG Kush super dry You know you want it big You know you want to be
Writer(s): Rodger Dority Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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