Smoking on that shit
They got me smoking on that
Got me smoking on that za
(K2)
Katuu smoking on that shit, I pop a perc and cause a scene
They ain't really with me
For the ones that bucked the ARP
Sliding through the city
If I see my chop turn them to cheese
Keep a K like this shit Swiss or you get knocked up off your feet
How I'm feeling lately
Don't even come around, don't talk to me
Say he want a payment
You ain't get no dollar about that tree
That ain't wok, boy that shit green
What I'ma do cause that shit foo
You know you be played as f*ck I don't put no green inside my juice
I can't f*ck with f*ck niggas
Thinking that shit sweet cause I had put my trust in them
Swear I can't believe
I even thought about plucking niggas
Like damn I want my heat but I been cold without no feeling
(Nah, I ain't got no feeling)
They shot two at my whip and I still thank God cause I'm breathing
I'm picking and I'm choosing by the zip
Keep pounds of reefer
Pour red inside my double c
You spill it I'ma bleed some
Sit back and contemplate, pick up a eight it got me leaning
Like bro hit me up late he got a play we finna scheme it
Like boy you ain't no demon
How this ho she eat up semen
Say that boy he into fashion
Don't let me catch you in Neiman's
Pass the ball to Katuu, you know KD he gone play hard
Can't get locked up in them gates
You know I ain't trying to see no state yard
Know I want lil mama
Cause I swear she got a face card
Fly her out this summer if she wanna she don't stay far
Need a house up in the hills with no neighbors, this ain't Statefarm
In that car might do a drill
Then we peel, none but straight foreigns
Told my bro he ain't got to chill, it ain't a spot that them boys safe on
Call up Reap this shit get real, that boy a pull up to a pay phone
Katuu smoking on that shit, I pop a perc and cause a scene
They ain't really with me
For the ones that bucked the ARP
Sliding through the city
If I see my chop turn them to cheese
Keep a K like this shit Swiss or you get knocked up off your feet
How I'm feeling lately
Don't even come around, don't talk to me
Say he want a payment
You ain't get no dollar about that tree
That ain't wok, boy that shit green
What I'ma do cause that shit foo
You know you be played as f*ck I don't put no green inside my juice
Katuu - Ion Sip Green Lyrics
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Smoking on that shit
They got me smoking on that
Got me smoking on that za
(K2)
Katuu smoking on that shit, I pop a perc and cause a scene
They ain't really with me
For the ones that bucked the ARP
Sliding through the city
If I see my chop turn them to cheese
Keep a K like this shit Swiss or you get knocked up off your feet
How I'm feeling lately
Don't even come around, don't talk to me
Say he want a payment
You ain't get no dollar about that tree
That ain't wok, boy that shit green
What I'ma do cause that shit foo
You know you be played as f*ck I don't put no green inside my juice
I can't f*ck with f*ck niggas
Thinking that shit sweet cause I had put my trust in them
Swear I can't believe
I even thought about plucking niggas
Like damn I want my heat but I been cold without no feeling
(Nah, I ain't got no feeling)
They shot two at my whip and I still thank God cause I'm breathing
I'm picking and I'm choosing by the zip
Keep pounds of reefer
Pour red inside my double c
You spill it I'ma bleed some
Sit back and contemplate, pick up a eight it got me leaning
Like bro hit me up late he got a play we finna scheme it
Like boy you ain't no demon
How this ho she eat up semen
Say that boy he into fashion
Don't let me catch you in Neiman's
Pass the ball to Katuu, you know KD he gone play hard
Can't get locked up in them gates
You know I ain't trying to see no state yard
Know I want lil mama
Cause I swear she got a face card
Fly her out this summer if she wanna she don't stay far
Need a house up in the hills with no neighbors, this ain't Statefarm
In that car might do a drill
Then we peel, none but straight foreigns
Told my bro he ain't got to chill, it ain't a spot that them boys safe on
Call up Reap this shit get real, that boy a pull up to a pay phone
Katuu smoking on that shit, I pop a perc and cause a scene
They ain't really with me
For the ones that bucked the ARP
Sliding through the city
If I see my chop turn them to cheese
Keep a K like this shit Swiss or you get knocked up off your feet
How I'm feeling lately
Don't even come around, don't talk to me
Say he want a payment
You ain't get no dollar about that tree
That ain't wok, boy that shit green
What I'ma do cause that shit foo
You know you be played as f*ck I don't put no green inside my juice
They got me smoking on that
Got me smoking on that za
(K2)
Katuu smoking on that shit, I pop a perc and cause a scene
They ain't really with me
For the ones that bucked the ARP
Sliding through the city
If I see my chop turn them to cheese
Keep a K like this shit Swiss or you get knocked up off your feet
How I'm feeling lately
Don't even come around, don't talk to me
Say he want a payment
You ain't get no dollar about that tree
That ain't wok, boy that shit green
What I'ma do cause that shit foo
You know you be played as f*ck I don't put no green inside my juice
I can't f*ck with f*ck niggas
Thinking that shit sweet cause I had put my trust in them
Swear I can't believe
I even thought about plucking niggas
Like damn I want my heat but I been cold without no feeling
(Nah, I ain't got no feeling)
They shot two at my whip and I still thank God cause I'm breathing
I'm picking and I'm choosing by the zip
Keep pounds of reefer
Pour red inside my double c
You spill it I'ma bleed some
Sit back and contemplate, pick up a eight it got me leaning
Like bro hit me up late he got a play we finna scheme it
Like boy you ain't no demon
How this ho she eat up semen
Say that boy he into fashion
Don't let me catch you in Neiman's
Pass the ball to Katuu, you know KD he gone play hard
Can't get locked up in them gates
You know I ain't trying to see no state yard
Know I want lil mama
Cause I swear she got a face card
Fly her out this summer if she wanna she don't stay far
Need a house up in the hills with no neighbors, this ain't Statefarm
In that car might do a drill
Then we peel, none but straight foreigns
Told my bro he ain't got to chill, it ain't a spot that them boys safe on
Call up Reap this shit get real, that boy a pull up to a pay phone
Katuu smoking on that shit, I pop a perc and cause a scene
They ain't really with me
For the ones that bucked the ARP
Sliding through the city
If I see my chop turn them to cheese
Keep a K like this shit Swiss or you get knocked up off your feet
How I'm feeling lately
Don't even come around, don't talk to me
Say he want a payment
You ain't get no dollar about that tree
That ain't wok, boy that shit green
What I'ma do cause that shit foo
You know you be played as f*ck I don't put no green inside my juice
Writer: Kamron Lawrence
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