Cyo - Motion Sickness Lyrics

(I smoke loud shit, that's gon' blow your speakers up)
(Mm, mm, mm, yuh)
I-I smoke loud shit, that's gon' blow your speakers up (speakers up)
(Uh huh) yeah I pop out with slime, they think we're sick the way we run it up (run it up)
I don't f*ck with no white hoes, I like my hoes from the Caribbean (Caribbean)

Big ass blunt with a cup of that dirty stuff (dirty stuff) (yuh)
Too much motion, motion sickness, throwing up the bucks
She say "Jesse" with a tone, fre-freak hoe tryna f*ck (tryna f*ck)
Yeah, big baggy clothes cause I keep that smith tucked (smith tucked)

Huh, huh, yuh, huh
What? What? (What? What?)
Why they still on my dick, what the f*ck, shut the f*ck
And yo bitch jack my swag, yeah she f*cking with the style (style)
Huh, I roll another blunt, shit hit, get higher
Your hoe said she wanna kiss it, she get down and she devour

Dra-dra-Dracos hit like superman, cause this shit got super powers
Rock Armani in my walk, and Moncler slapped up on my chest
Yeah, I don't got no dreads, but Cyo still do it the best

Yuh
I-I smoke loud shit, that's gon' blow your speakers up
Yeah, I pop out with slime, they think we're sick the way we run it up
I don't f*ck with no white hoes, I like my hoes from the Caribbean

Big ass blunt with a cup of that dirty stuff (yuh)
Too much motion, motion sickness, throwing up the bucks
She say "Jesse" with a tone, freak hoe tryna f*ck
Yeah, bi-big baggy clothes cause I keep that smith tucked