[Intro]
Uh, hmm
And I'm mook
[Verse 1: Bas]
So what do you do? Your job? Nah
I mean, your passion if you have one
It could pass you, better grab one
And what do they do (who?)
My squad, fiends
Niggas stay on it (on it)
See this nigga roll it (roll it)
Go on and light it
But you gotta pass to me
Besides, my shit get tied up
‘Cause I don’t really pass three
And I ain’t pass it yet
But could you ash it, please?
I’m still smoking that shit
You fuckin' with Master Chief
But I ain’t Halo (Halo)
But I’m okay though (I’m good)
Got food, got a horse in the stable
Got a move, are you able?
But I miss the days, come chicks to play
Play a game of spades
These days is ace of spades
But half these bitches fakes
Zonin' but I’m wide alert
Phone in, I gotta buy some work
Oh, got that granddaddy purp
I say “man, that’ll work”
Got some OG, I mix em up
This blunt – elevator
If you’re up, hello hater
I can’t see you, my vision blurred
I love my bitches, all my bitches
It’s me and them not his and hers
We be smoking, we be drinkin'
We be fuckin', tell her quick
“Would you please stop saying we
‘Cause we mean nothing, celibate"
Sure I’m bout it, adamant
I’m straight up nigga, don’t you be fronting, let’s do it
Uh, hmm
And I'm mook
[Verse 1: Bas]
So what do you do? Your job? Nah
I mean, your passion if you have one
It could pass you, better grab one
And what do they do (who?)
My squad, fiends
Niggas stay on it (on it)
See this nigga roll it (roll it)
Go on and light it
But you gotta pass to me
Besides, my shit get tied up
‘Cause I don’t really pass three
And I ain’t pass it yet
But could you ash it, please?
I’m still smoking that shit
You fuckin' with Master Chief
But I ain’t Halo (Halo)
But I’m okay though (I’m good)
Got food, got a horse in the stable
Got a move, are you able?
But I miss the days, come chicks to play
Play a game of spades
These days is ace of spades
But half these bitches fakes
Zonin' but I’m wide alert
Phone in, I gotta buy some work
Oh, got that granddaddy purp
I say “man, that’ll work”
Got some OG, I mix em up
This blunt – elevator
If you’re up, hello hater
I can’t see you, my vision blurred
I love my bitches, all my bitches
It’s me and them not his and hers
We be smoking, we be drinkin'
We be fuckin', tell her quick
“Would you please stop saying we
‘Cause we mean nothing, celibate"
Sure I’m bout it, adamant
I’m straight up nigga, don’t you be fronting, let’s do it
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