Roll up to this one
Roll up to this one
Left the iPhone at home
What's that the Nokia
Pulled up in a foreign
Ugh no its not a Kia
Yea this push to start
Ain't no f*cking keys bruh
I used to move the tree
Until the plug talked them kilos
Whoa whoa let me back up for a sec
Riding through the city paranoid
So I keep the tech
Tattoos on my chest
Yea the Tree of Life there
Cuz I know my roots and branches break
Yea people leave and that's ok
Stay true to myself always
Smoking up trees blowing on the haze
Stay stacking up this cake yea
That's how it f*cking be
Ain't worried bout shit
Never worry bout a bitch
That stress will leave you
Broke and homeless
I made myself rich coming from the bottom
Bravo how you do it? f*cking penny pinch!?
No, I got the check and I spent that shit
Then doubled back to win again
That's what we call real hustling
Do you understand?
Swole let that shit breathe
Sitting low in the coupe
That's how I be
I roll up a whole Grabba Leaf
My stress relief
I got a girl in Atlanta
That's my Georgia peach
I speak a lot of truth in verses
Like the Reverend I should preach
But a nigga stay so geeked
Damn it's hot in Florida
Bravo why you keep the heat
Honestly against killing
But I gotta keep my piece just to keep the peace
To an old age a nigga tryna see
Ain't nothing in life for free
So all around me is real Gs
Closed circle no police
GODY or God Y
When I asked the chick obliged
She like the passenger side of the ride
While I grip her thigh
She passed the blunt so I'm smoking now
While she giving sloppy toppy wow
It's going down
Pulled the whip over she on top
She say f*ck the cops
Red and blue lights tryna stop the good times
So I pushed her off
And then peeled off
200 on the dash is like lift off
They looking but they can't prove nothing
My alibi is I was just chillin at Top Golf
Tell twelve to f*ck off
Jon H. Bravo - Nokia Lyrics
Jon H. Bravo - Nokia Lyrics
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Roll up to this one
Roll up to this one
Left the iPhone at home
What's that the Nokia
Pulled up in a foreign
Ugh no its not a Kia
Yea this push to start
Ain't no f*cking keys bruh
I used to move the tree
Until the plug talked them kilos
Whoa whoa let me back up for a sec
Riding through the city paranoid
So I keep the tech
Tattoos on my chest
Yea the Tree of Life there
Cuz I know my roots and branches break
Yea people leave and that's ok
Stay true to myself always
Smoking up trees blowing on the haze
Stay stacking up this cake yea
That's how it f*cking be
Ain't worried bout shit
Never worry bout a bitch
That stress will leave you
Broke and homeless
I made myself rich coming from the bottom
Bravo how you do it? f*cking penny pinch!?
No, I got the check and I spent that shit
Then doubled back to win again
That's what we call real hustling
Do you understand?
Swole let that shit breathe
Sitting low in the coupe
That's how I be
I roll up a whole Grabba Leaf
My stress relief
I got a girl in Atlanta
That's my Georgia peach
I speak a lot of truth in verses
Like the Reverend I should preach
But a nigga stay so geeked
Damn it's hot in Florida
Bravo why you keep the heat
Honestly against killing
But I gotta keep my piece just to keep the peace
To an old age a nigga tryna see
Ain't nothing in life for free
So all around me is real Gs
Closed circle no police
GODY or God Y
When I asked the chick obliged
She like the passenger side of the ride
While I grip her thigh
She passed the blunt so I'm smoking now
While she giving sloppy toppy wow
It's going down
Pulled the whip over she on top
She say f*ck the cops
Red and blue lights tryna stop the good times
So I pushed her off
And then peeled off
200 on the dash is like lift off
They looking but they can't prove nothing
My alibi is I was just chillin at Top Golf
Tell twelve to f*ck off
Roll up to this one
Left the iPhone at home
What's that the Nokia
Pulled up in a foreign
Ugh no its not a Kia
Yea this push to start
Ain't no f*cking keys bruh
I used to move the tree
Until the plug talked them kilos
Whoa whoa let me back up for a sec
Riding through the city paranoid
So I keep the tech
Tattoos on my chest
Yea the Tree of Life there
Cuz I know my roots and branches break
Yea people leave and that's ok
Stay true to myself always
Smoking up trees blowing on the haze
Stay stacking up this cake yea
That's how it f*cking be
Ain't worried bout shit
Never worry bout a bitch
That stress will leave you
Broke and homeless
I made myself rich coming from the bottom
Bravo how you do it? f*cking penny pinch!?
No, I got the check and I spent that shit
Then doubled back to win again
That's what we call real hustling
Do you understand?
Swole let that shit breathe
Sitting low in the coupe
That's how I be
I roll up a whole Grabba Leaf
My stress relief
I got a girl in Atlanta
That's my Georgia peach
I speak a lot of truth in verses
Like the Reverend I should preach
But a nigga stay so geeked
Damn it's hot in Florida
Bravo why you keep the heat
Honestly against killing
But I gotta keep my piece just to keep the peace
To an old age a nigga tryna see
Ain't nothing in life for free
So all around me is real Gs
Closed circle no police
GODY or God Y
When I asked the chick obliged
She like the passenger side of the ride
While I grip her thigh
She passed the blunt so I'm smoking now
While she giving sloppy toppy wow
It's going down
Pulled the whip over she on top
She say f*ck the cops
Red and blue lights tryna stop the good times
So I pushed her off
And then peeled off
200 on the dash is like lift off
They looking but they can't prove nothing
My alibi is I was just chillin at Top Golf
Tell twelve to f*ck off
Writer: Jonathon Hollins
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