Lyrics

Ahah Jelly It's 2Cup baby! Ha Jelly What that hell! Then we got one Jelly On my momma better mind yo business In that place that i was raised We were southern fried like some chickens Man its realer than its ever been Used to look like pitty Now its looking like envy bitch I'm feeling zoned out 4D Hollar outta bound Man you know i'm out the galaxy I'm feeling zoned out Dope trees Rollin to through Savanna than we pushin' back to Tennessee Yeah Riding through Savanna streets Looking for a mouth I can open just like can of peas Man I'm hot so them bitches calling me gasoline B-b-basterd Now watch me cause a catastrophe Lavagley with my bag of weed Don't pass it to me, I'm so gone I'm way on top at that o-Zone Cause I mixed the codene with a nose dose Hold on Got a purple stain on my polo Oh no Got an other one sittin' on my photo I don't even know where I'm cause I go home Raised in the fuckin' street I ain't talking hobo Now I'm so flow Chillin' with a puerto rican Man that bitch so fine Then she started to talk So I had a tell her off That was bad for the grind Back to my state my state Working over time bitch I'm feeling really zoned out Kinda like i'm flying I'm vibing Always looking vibrant Tired like a motherfucker I ain't talking eyelids What The Fuck you though it was I got it from nothing about the mud Call me crazy I go banana's got me zoned like The sections they livin' up in Atlanta... Imma On my momma better mind yo business In that place that i was raised We were southern fried like some chickens Man its realer than its ever been Used to look like pitty Now its looking like envy bitch I'm feeling zoned out 4D Hollar outta bound Man you know I'm out the galaxy I'm feeling zoned out Dope trees Rollin to through Savanna than we pushin back to Tennessee Big Body swerving Savanna back up to Antioc Fat boy, smooth game Quick to make her panties drop Old school Cadillac with the flip-flop Made a livin' off my wrist But never bought a wrist watch I'm riding through my city, I'm high as a ballon And when I say I'm high I mean I'm up there by the moon I got dirt all on my boots Girl I'm, covered in mud Go home and tell you're mother you fell in love with a thug Me and Jojo blowing doe doe Swerving and sipping shine Problem with me getting mine Grab a number get in line I do this for my people in the hood just getting by I made it out alive without life prison time My people still out there, i heard that they flippin' pies If I had one wish I wish all the snitches die And tell'em that's the truth Yeah I know you feel it double cup One middle finger ain't enough, i shoot a couple up Told em Bitch On my momma better mind yo business In that place that I was raised We were southern fried like some chickens Man its realer than its ever been Used to look like pitty Now its looking like envy bitch I'm feeling zoned out 4D Hollar outta bound Man you know i'm out the galaxy I'm feeling zoned out Dope trees Rollin to through Savanna than we pushin back to Tennessee Rollin to through Savanna then we pushing back to Tennessee
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