Top Songs By Agstashe
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cyril Škoch
Songwriter
Gabriel Alvin Arellanes
Songwriter
Lyrics
Got about half a g left
Dont let 'em see that
When they up and leave imma roll it in a c-wrap
Rollin' in a G-class transmission automatic
Legs worn from the road feelin static
Keepin my eyes open on the 395
'Bout six presso's in and im feelin'tired
Ain't no sleepin' time
We got money in the bank so we feelin' fine
Then we pull up to the gas station
Fillin' up a full tank on this vacation
Super high is our destination
Then we blowin' clouds coverin' every nation
It's a damn sensation in the desert sun
Cottonmouth kickin' in I pop a cold one
Bumpin' Mac Miller on our mini speakers
With Nikes on my feet, yo peep the sneakers
New Balance, DC or even Adidas
Land ho, pop the trunk
We runnin' out of green, so we cop the skunk
'Bout a kilo in the back we so suspucious
But we in Cali boy, got full permission
So we back on the road, feelin' zooted as fuck
But we rollin' up another so we pushin' our luck
Swervin' on the highway
Movin' from this lane to that lane
So we, stop by the road
Cheech and Chong in this bitch, up in smoke
Take the bag of green gold
Shit make us wise we feelin old
Its a bold statement to say
Knock you so hard, yo ass on the pavement
But yo head be flyin' away
I'm speaking with confidence from compliments
The monuments i'll build
Will be remembered like common sense, so yeah
Hop in the booth
Zmrdi sou poof
Nechybí mi groove
Tobě chybi roof
Podklad nemáš vůbec
Tupej jako tupec
Nechybí ti půlec
Nasaď si ten durag
Zapnutej true tone
Nejsi skruton
Spíš jenom kruton, bujon
Dám tě do soup
Efekt je moc wet
Potřebuješ fén
Píšu SF pro font do poznámek
Jdu ven
Cesta, driveway
Flow přines santan
Vidim gesta
Nemaj smysl beztak
Poslouchej best off
Pozorně mask off
Podrobně beze slov
A jdu dál nemám heslo
The next words I choose I mean sincerely
Put your ear to the speakers and listen closely
Try me once or twice it wont suffice
I'm built for this shit like I'm cold for ice, roll the dice
See the future like spice
Feed the culture like mice
My intentions are sweet but honest, read the comments
The criticism shapes my promise
So I keep it
Never had success in life I only dreamed it
Humble, cuz Manman screamed it
I never stop writin' bro, ya mans dizzy
Straight from the 131 hood no kizzy
Flexin' with about two cents in my pocket
But your bitch know why once I show her this rocket
Take the gun, cock it
Hit you with a verbal assault that make yo head go rockin'
International it's factual that my words spread across the world
People jump to the beat, like when I pull my curl
Melody straight illness make your best friend hurl
And they enjoyed it
Not passin the mic because I just destroyed it
Blastin' off residuals of swag and drip
But you avoid it
I flushed my past down the drain like the shit I just took
So fly I make a blind man look
He shook, cuz
You got a deathwish that consists of two fists
Come swift like Usain Bolt
This colt .45 gun smoke like steam boat
This coat hard leather
These boots margiela
A natural born killa
You useless like fillers
Cuz im with my fellas
You fake as Trump speeches
I'm real like church preaches
I Burn like sand beaches
On stage you in the bleachers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com