Tromac Pineapple - 247 (feat. Vlad) Lyrics

Yuh, yuh
Aye aye aye, yuh

Pull up in a Ford Taurus, lookin' holy as the gospel
Brought the green, no Forest. You Gump nigga I'm hostile
Head up in the clouds soarin', I'm a titan nigga, colossal
Pay attention to what I'm saying, ya boy rare like fossils
Long hair she rapunzel, I got my dick on her tonsils
I play this game like a console, rockin' like Aerosmith you Aéropostale
Stay with them trees, apostles
But never comin' with apologies
I just come in with astrology, probably talkin' bout some rare anomaly
None of yall niggas is safe from the bass
Tellin' you now that I'm takin' ya plate
You probably working in Ableton 8, boy i stay in FL i ain't talkin' the state
Ya talkin is fake
And I don't know why yo ass showing ya face
Boy yous' a bonafide pussy bitch, give me your wallet, your money clip, and all your change
Prince George's County, put it in your f*ckin' view
Hotbox on 200, f*ck a toll, i pay my dues
Smokin' on Porunga, make your wishes come true
Boy i make ya bitch wet, you make her dry as Jakku

Twenty four seven im up, twenty four seven im up
Sour diesel in a Dutch, go ahead and roll it up
Twenty four seven im up, twenty four seven im up
Blue dream in a Backwood, aw yeah roll it up
Twenty four seven im up, twenty four seven im up
Sour diesel in a Dutch, go ahead and roll it up
Twenty four seven im up, twenty four seven im up
Blue dream in a Backwood, aw yeah roll it up

Been on my way up
I'm a modern day Einstein, I'm wasting my time when I'm laid up
I'll go to sleep later
Would've thought I was running from Freddy the way that I stay up
Only took five nights to get all my pay up
I multiply that when I'm at the Bodega
This money my major
And I'm stacking that cake up in hiding, call that secret layer
I started the movement with thinking, it's like I'm Xavier, guarantee things can get stranger
I'm inhaling so many vapors that I start to wheeze when I breathe, now I sound like I'm Vader
F*ck with no hater, I told him the storm is just quiet, but he went on testing the climate
Murder his ass on a song, hid the body inside of his verse, bet they never gon find it
Forever climbing and steady obtaining new knowledge, I had me that apple to eat
Adam and Eve, and I'm prospering off of the sin like when they gave that apple to Steve
7/11 I'm serving you 24/7 wherever you happen to be
Nigga don't pay me no mind, just pay me what's mines and I'm over the matter with ease

Twenty four seven im up, twenty four seven im up
Sour diesel in a Dutch, go ahead and roll it up
Twenty four seven im up, twenty four seven im up
Blue dream in a Backwood, aw yeah roll it up