I aint fuckin wit ya weak bankroll
Grinder full of green panko
Monitor around my ankle
Lay low
Bout to paint the scene like im Van Gogh
Put that torch to the rig
And you let that flame go (flame go)
I Got the white grape white owl
my lifes great and i write wild
I might vape
I might chow
match the right strain
With The right flower
I love haze
I like sour
Im gettin blazed
Like right now
I dont get dazed
Just feel empowered
So lick the plate
Like its fuckin powder
This is whole sale
I aint messin with them quarterbags
Made more off grass
Than war and rap
Im sorta gagged on sassafrass
I dont want the hassleback
not talking bout quarter backs
Im taking on the master task
tryna fuck that doja cat
Swole up gettin organs mashed
Yo i think im holdin back
Cee Gee go an order snacks
This is how you spose’ta rap
Yo Wheres all my smokers at?
I smoke until my lungs collapse
peeling up a stoney patch
Tryin to get my roley back