Aye
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Aye smoke until I pass out
Talk shit then but I got cash now
Came in last but I'm first now
The ones who did me wrong the ones who gonna hurt now
Sentimental bitch
I feel so f*cking confidential
But now I think it's time to tell the world what's on my mental
Waited for to long
It's on me I can't be resentful
From the 7' but a bay-n***a money is a demon so I pray against the devil
I ain't fronting bitch I got that frosting by the cake
My plugs my brother so you know I'm always smoking hella straight
That feeling like no other
Being broke back in the day
Now I ain't talking to no mother f*cker 'less I'm getting paid yeah
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Who wants the smoke bitch I got it on my lungs
Yeah I'm always smoking loud I don't ever hear nun
Why these n***as always fronting
Talking bout you moving work
You ain't ever move nun
Uh
They wonder who I am
What Secure stands for
Uh
Smoke exotic
Ain't talking with no n***a 'less he talking profit
Smoke all of my pain it's just a simple logic
They hating on me still I can see them watching
Smoke a lot of dope I had some troubles poppin
I tried to leave my ways but I'm way to locked in
Hoodrich till we die in a 'Cedes Cockpit
Blowing money on what ever while these n***as talk shit
Yeah
Uh
You ain't heard I'm the hottest shit around
Used to struggle for an oz
Now I got it by the pound
Call my shoota got them rounds
Momma know I popped them pillies
Looking up I'm feeling down
Hands up in the sky
Feet in the sand
I got bricks upon my feet That's the feeling of the xans
Feeling lonely off the drugs
I ain't got too much of friends
And the ones who did me wrong
Tables turn and bridges burn
Uh
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
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Aye
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Aye smoke until I pass out
Talk shit then but I got cash now
Came in last but I'm first now
The ones who did me wrong the ones who gonna hurt now
Sentimental bitch
I feel so f*cking confidential
But now I think it's time to tell the world what's on my mental
Waited for to long
It's on me I can't be resentful
From the 7' but a bay-n***a money is a demon so I pray against the devil
I ain't fronting bitch I got that frosting by the cake
My plugs my brother so you know I'm always smoking hella straight
That feeling like no other
Being broke back in the day
Now I ain't talking to no mother f*cker 'less I'm getting paid yeah
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Who wants the smoke bitch I got it on my lungs
Yeah I'm always smoking loud I don't ever hear nun
Why these n***as always fronting
Talking bout you moving work
You ain't ever move nun
Uh
They wonder who I am
What Secure stands for
Uh
Smoke exotic
Ain't talking with no n***a 'less he talking profit
Smoke all of my pain it's just a simple logic
They hating on me still I can see them watching
Smoke a lot of dope I had some troubles poppin
I tried to leave my ways but I'm way to locked in
Hoodrich till we die in a 'Cedes Cockpit
Blowing money on what ever while these n***as talk shit
Yeah
Uh
You ain't heard I'm the hottest shit around
Used to struggle for an oz
Now I got it by the pound
Call my shoota got them rounds
Momma know I popped them pillies
Looking up I'm feeling down
Hands up in the sky
Feet in the sand
I got bricks upon my feet That's the feeling of the xans
Feeling lonely off the drugs
I ain't got too much of friends
And the ones who did me wrong
Tables turn and bridges burn
Uh
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Aye smoke until I pass out
Talk shit then but I got cash now
Came in last but I'm first now
The ones who did me wrong the ones who gonna hurt now
Sentimental bitch
I feel so f*cking confidential
But now I think it's time to tell the world what's on my mental
Waited for to long
It's on me I can't be resentful
From the 7' but a bay-n***a money is a demon so I pray against the devil
I ain't fronting bitch I got that frosting by the cake
My plugs my brother so you know I'm always smoking hella straight
That feeling like no other
Being broke back in the day
Now I ain't talking to no mother f*cker 'less I'm getting paid yeah
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Who wants the smoke bitch I got it on my lungs
Yeah I'm always smoking loud I don't ever hear nun
Why these n***as always fronting
Talking bout you moving work
You ain't ever move nun
Uh
They wonder who I am
What Secure stands for
Uh
Smoke exotic
Ain't talking with no n***a 'less he talking profit
Smoke all of my pain it's just a simple logic
They hating on me still I can see them watching
Smoke a lot of dope I had some troubles poppin
I tried to leave my ways but I'm way to locked in
Hoodrich till we die in a 'Cedes Cockpit
Blowing money on what ever while these n***as talk shit
Yeah
Uh
You ain't heard I'm the hottest shit around
Used to struggle for an oz
Now I got it by the pound
Call my shoota got them rounds
Momma know I popped them pillies
Looking up I'm feeling down
Hands up in the sky
Feet in the sand
I got bricks upon my feet That's the feeling of the xans
Feeling lonely off the drugs
I ain't got too much of friends
And the ones who did me wrong
Tables turn and bridges burn
Uh
Bitch I'm high as f*ck smoking on some OG
I got 5 G's in my blunt feels like I'm on morphine
Designer wood I light it up fruity sweet like Codeine
All my J's are luxury
I roll and smoke up by the P
Aye
Writer: Jude Perez, Mateo Chaboya
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid