Tail On Donkey Video (MV)

With the Skiers
Won't cooperate with no law, ironic, I still roll tail blunts
Nigga got nosy in somebody's business, now they wonder where that smell from
He took a shot, right out the Glock on spot, nobody had smell rum
Whenever he say he took a shot, he only drinking red rum
THC in my baby bottle, but this stomach ain't bulged up
Nigga tried to lower the price on Legend, but Grem ain't budge once
I can be a couple of things in the world, but they can't say Grem ain't good
We call lil' ski King Ryan, he see cops and he left hook
I had to clean up, wipe off my rust, f*ck around, turn Grem to Westbrook
Rockin' a baby bottle full of THC, kids might have to watch they self
I mixed the on the rocks in the Long Island, I'm pleadin' and callin' for help
She off a Tesla, a yellow cab, and a lil school bus, I think somethin' else
This bitch so bad, I can't even lie, put it in one time, I'm melted
I wanna f*ck you so damn bad and I ain't gon' lie, I'm selfish with you
Put them titties and ass in the camera need extra pictures, damn
I'm tryna break you in half, show you how I excel at division
Why the f*ck I mix this moon rock with this tail blunt
I think my earrings got bit, I woke up this morning, they swelled up
She an angel, it's crazy, she inhale dust
When the chain come through, these bitches a sell butt, but I'm straight
Don't gotta bite the bullet to wingman for my ski, show he up pape
He had to bite the bullet for doin' somethin' stupid, we hope he make it
Metal hit dog mouth, gave braces
I done hit different hoes, eight races, bitch, just text me that I'm egregious
I mistake that it said in-glacier, cause my earrings is always freezin
Can't take bro whip with us, cause his seats is always bleedin, need help
Think these niggas be losin' on purpose, like pickin' a seed in a playoff
You ain't gotta question if skis is workin', we is if we even laid off
I been thinkin' bout Courtney, this liquor got me insubordinate
I do not get in no fish bowl, I promise, baby, it is more with tint
I been thinkin' about such and such, tryna tell her I worked on me
I been such in a mushroom rush, I done left my keys
Won't cooperate with no law, ironic, I still roll tail blunts
He got nosy in somebody business, now they wonder where that smell from
He took a shot, straight out the Glock, right on spot, nobody smell rum
Whenever he say he took a shot, its only red rum