[Intro: Snake Hollywood/Ab-Soul]
Snake Holly, Ab-Soulo-Ho They know, smokin reggie-they ain't ready for dat million dolla flow, they gone choke!
[SOOUULL]
[Hook: Snake Hollywood & Ab-Soul]
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good-- (Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
[Verse 1: Snake Hollywood]
Burnin' Jays of that dour bud nigga
Turtle wax, triple polish-Cowabunga nigga
No amount of words could define this hunger my nigga
When a nigga's famished he could eat the glue off a stamp-BUT I CANT
Im God... dont compare to them others
Cause they dont bang (ungh) word to the mother
If you ain't slangin that killer or that OG Kush
Dont approach me like you know me, Im OD Stush?
Boss individual, Hoff givin you
Swag on a kilogram through them blog interviews
Brooklyn raised me, taught me how to swerve
& taught me how to break a zigzag down wit the herb word
My fingertips anointed, roll batches of white widow
No ordinary Boss, strawberry cough cigarillo
Know my accomplishments, Hoes wanna follow him
Milk me for my doe but im lactose intolerant
I get a leg up on these bitches like an ottoman
Who real? You ain't
Way before the butane flow wit the blue flame
When I was ridin round spazzin, snatching rings and chains on the Q-train
Snake Holly, Ab-Soulo-Ho They know, smokin reggie-they ain't ready for dat million dolla flow, they gone choke!
[SOOUULL]
[Hook: Snake Hollywood & Ab-Soul]
Just another day rolling through the hood
Ridin round up to no good-- (Ab-Soul) tell these niggas hollywood
You can ride to it, you can smoke
You can puff pass til ya, til ya choke, til ya, til ya, til ya choke
[Verse 1: Snake Hollywood]
Burnin' Jays of that dour bud nigga
Turtle wax, triple polish-Cowabunga nigga
No amount of words could define this hunger my nigga
When a nigga's famished he could eat the glue off a stamp-BUT I CANT
Im God... dont compare to them others
Cause they dont bang (ungh) word to the mother
If you ain't slangin that killer or that OG Kush
Dont approach me like you know me, Im OD Stush?
Boss individual, Hoff givin you
Swag on a kilogram through them blog interviews
Brooklyn raised me, taught me how to swerve
& taught me how to break a zigzag down wit the herb word
My fingertips anointed, roll batches of white widow
No ordinary Boss, strawberry cough cigarillo
Know my accomplishments, Hoes wanna follow him
Milk me for my doe but im lactose intolerant
I get a leg up on these bitches like an ottoman
Who real? You ain't
Way before the butane flow wit the blue flame
When I was ridin round spazzin, snatching rings and chains on the Q-train
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