Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans
Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats
But i'm not in the first place
Weed and rapping weed in jays
Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose
Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes
And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth
Weed must be white house green see the lean
Man this life is but a dream
And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,
Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far
And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes
Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes
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