[Spoken Word]
Ginseng
A Tampa, Florida-based rapper who goes by the name Weiland posted very disturbing pictures of military-based firearms on social media...had authorities quickly investigating to find the location of the recently grown—
[Chorus]
Rollin' off this molly, now I'm seein' colors
We got .223s that paint you red colors
Got a redbone bitch in some Margiela
Run off with my shit, yeah, you a dead fella
Crack a seal, pour it up, love that pink color
Lot of bands, lot of racks, they all blue colors
Crackin' cards, I love fraud, I don't know better
I don't know better, I don't know better
[Verse 1]
I'm a Florida boy, so you know we tote extended clips
Bad bitch from Vogue Magazine, she love suckin' dick
Off the lean, I can't fuck, so I told her, “Lick the tip"
Blood diamonds on my AP, I got a bloody wrist
Smokin' to forget about the past, oh, oh
I get to the bag, count the cash up, oh
Keep myself away, no, you not my bro
Always keep a pole, I can't trust no soul
[Interlude]
Seein' colors, yeah, I'm seein' colors
Yeah, I'm seein' colors, yeah, I'm seein' colors
We got .223s that'll paint you red colors
Yeah, put that bad bitch in some Margiela
Ginseng
A Tampa, Florida-based rapper who goes by the name Weiland posted very disturbing pictures of military-based firearms on social media...had authorities quickly investigating to find the location of the recently grown—
[Chorus]
Rollin' off this molly, now I'm seein' colors
We got .223s that paint you red colors
Got a redbone bitch in some Margiela
Run off with my shit, yeah, you a dead fella
Crack a seal, pour it up, love that pink color
Lot of bands, lot of racks, they all blue colors
Crackin' cards, I love fraud, I don't know better
I don't know better, I don't know better
[Verse 1]
I'm a Florida boy, so you know we tote extended clips
Bad bitch from Vogue Magazine, she love suckin' dick
Off the lean, I can't fuck, so I told her, “Lick the tip"
Blood diamonds on my AP, I got a bloody wrist
Smokin' to forget about the past, oh, oh
I get to the bag, count the cash up, oh
Keep myself away, no, you not my bro
Always keep a pole, I can't trust no soul
[Interlude]
Seein' colors, yeah, I'm seein' colors
Yeah, I'm seein' colors, yeah, I'm seein' colors
We got .223s that'll paint you red colors
Yeah, put that bad bitch in some Margiela
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