Hanging up the phone
How the f*ck you gonna make it never standing on the throne
Chilling by my lonely please leave me alone
Said some things you gotta show me f*ck you gotta
Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go
Take this joint we can smoke it slow
I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours
We some f*cked up kids singin' rock and roll
I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram
Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram
Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam
But they don't really know they don't really know
If I pull up to the house or the crib would you notice me
Got the coolest heart up out of the box talkin' 4 degrees
And I told the bitch I smoke all the woods I love all the weed
And I been on my own in the cut so you know that's why
I ain't really want you to slide but I just say it's good
Now I really want you to slide because I know it's good
I just want a million in a min and I ain't switching
I ain't fiendin' for the opp and then I hop in that position
If you take another hit to the face you might see a ghost
Hundred grand kicks in my space you won't see my toes
So if you pullin' up to my place I'ma kick it with you
Type of shit you f*ck 'round replace cause I'm a maniac
Don't talk that shit about f*ck 'round replace cause I need you there
Trippin' yeah I'm down on my ass and they don't even care
Gotta f*ck around kill and survive and they say Im crazy
Tell me how you hatin' the grind but you ain't like that
Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go
Take this joint we can smoke it slow
I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours
We some f*cked up kids singin' rock and roll
I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram
Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram
Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam
But they don't really know they don't really know
Trapped inside my head I don't wanna feel
I don't really know when I feel okay
I just want you there so you know it's real
You don't wanna call when I feel insane
Have they be countin' on me or I'm tweakin' out this double cup
Know that hoe pop out for show she could really hurt
In the summertime show up in smoke bring the shadows out
Then we start to fall in effect like some dominoes
Stimulatin' part of my past cause I'm fallin' down
Bitches used to pick me at last now they notice me
Told the bitch the past be the past it don't mean shit
Demon kid with that uppercut off of bean shit
Ooh it start to feel like a drug all this pain is on my veins
Lighter get to burning propane cause we outta here
Hatin' every verse that I spit cause it wasn't it
But at least I'm out here makin' shit
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Hanging up the phone
How the f*ck you gonna make it never standing on the throne
Chilling by my lonely please leave me alone
Said some things you gotta show me f*ck you gotta
Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go
Take this joint we can smoke it slow
I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours
We some f*cked up kids singin' rock and roll
I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram
Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram
Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam
But they don't really know they don't really know
If I pull up to the house or the crib would you notice me
Got the coolest heart up out of the box talkin' 4 degrees
And I told the bitch I smoke all the woods I love all the weed
And I been on my own in the cut so you know that's why
I ain't really want you to slide but I just say it's good
Now I really want you to slide because I know it's good
I just want a million in a min and I ain't switching
I ain't fiendin' for the opp and then I hop in that position
If you take another hit to the face you might see a ghost
Hundred grand kicks in my space you won't see my toes
So if you pullin' up to my place I'ma kick it with you
Type of shit you f*ck 'round replace cause I'm a maniac
Don't talk that shit about f*ck 'round replace cause I need you there
Trippin' yeah I'm down on my ass and they don't even care
Gotta f*ck around kill and survive and they say Im crazy
Tell me how you hatin' the grind but you ain't like that
Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go
Take this joint we can smoke it slow
I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours
We some f*cked up kids singin' rock and roll
I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram
Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram
Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam
But they don't really know they don't really know
Trapped inside my head I don't wanna feel
I don't really know when I feel okay
I just want you there so you know it's real
You don't wanna call when I feel insane
Have they be countin' on me or I'm tweakin' out this double cup
Know that hoe pop out for show she could really hurt
In the summertime show up in smoke bring the shadows out
Then we start to fall in effect like some dominoes
Stimulatin' part of my past cause I'm fallin' down
Bitches used to pick me at last now they notice me
Told the bitch the past be the past it don't mean shit
Demon kid with that uppercut off of bean shit
Ooh it start to feel like a drug all this pain is on my veins
Lighter get to burning propane cause we outta here
Hatin' every verse that I spit cause it wasn't it
But at least I'm out here makin' shit
How the f*ck you gonna make it never standing on the throne
Chilling by my lonely please leave me alone
Said some things you gotta show me f*ck you gotta
Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go
Take this joint we can smoke it slow
I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours
We some f*cked up kids singin' rock and roll
I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram
Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram
Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam
But they don't really know they don't really know
If I pull up to the house or the crib would you notice me
Got the coolest heart up out of the box talkin' 4 degrees
And I told the bitch I smoke all the woods I love all the weed
And I been on my own in the cut so you know that's why
I ain't really want you to slide but I just say it's good
Now I really want you to slide because I know it's good
I just want a million in a min and I ain't switching
I ain't fiendin' for the opp and then I hop in that position
If you take another hit to the face you might see a ghost
Hundred grand kicks in my space you won't see my toes
So if you pullin' up to my place I'ma kick it with you
Type of shit you f*ck 'round replace cause I'm a maniac
Don't talk that shit about f*ck 'round replace cause I need you there
Trippin' yeah I'm down on my ass and they don't even care
Gotta f*ck around kill and survive and they say Im crazy
Tell me how you hatin' the grind but you ain't like that
Put it up in drive you can tell me where to go
Take this joint we can smoke it slow
I be twistin' on my fingers she be throwin' out the fours
We some f*cked up kids singin' rock and roll
I ain't got a dollar I just got a gram
Swear it's picture perfect when I smoke it on the gram
Lookin' at my fit put it in the cam
But they don't really know they don't really know
Trapped inside my head I don't wanna feel
I don't really know when I feel okay
I just want you there so you know it's real
You don't wanna call when I feel insane
Have they be countin' on me or I'm tweakin' out this double cup
Know that hoe pop out for show she could really hurt
In the summertime show up in smoke bring the shadows out
Then we start to fall in effect like some dominoes
Stimulatin' part of my past cause I'm fallin' down
Bitches used to pick me at last now they notice me
Told the bitch the past be the past it don't mean shit
Demon kid with that uppercut off of bean shit
Ooh it start to feel like a drug all this pain is on my veins
Lighter get to burning propane cause we outta here
Hatin' every verse that I spit cause it wasn't it
But at least I'm out here makin' shit
Writer: Travis Miller
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid