Vldset - Organik (feat. Ross, Keiji & LSB) Lyrics

Throwing jokes Costello
Vibing off no treble
Give her dick no peso
We bam bam no pebble
Taking pictures with no flash in it
Cruising while I got no dash limit
Smoking on keef organic
973-ORG-ANIK

Need a little help Activia
All up in the cut bacteria
And my new beats outstanding
Finna stand out just to fit the criteria
Claiming shit like I'm a fan
Like I taught Meek how to use a rubber band
Like working hard for two weeks hitting up a tan
Swear all these niggas too weak bugging off a gram
Tryna mix designer with the gold
She just want the minor with the glow
I'm like fertilizer with the mix
I think she don't wanna see me grow
Wasting bread on some car parts
Momma never wanted me chilling at the ball park
Now momma's telling kids watch out for the Walmart
Gotta watch my six every time I hear the car start

Throwing jokes Costello
Vibing off no treble
Give her dick no peso
We bam bam no pebble
Taking pictures with no flash in it
Cruising while I got no dash limit
Smoking on keef organic
973-ORG-ANIK

Hit my line let's smoke this L
Hang around me and I have that smell
Shit turned daily and I'm like "Well..."
Paterson raised my nigga can't you tell
I just got a hold of the speed, demon
Zooming down 80 nigga I'm screaming
Bitch don't you test her she quick with the trigger
That's my rear view I'm talking a mirror
I'm always chill let me seek this thrill
Gotta watch them pigs cause they still kill
I don't need the proof, it's right in my face
Cause they still doing it like back in the day
Hold on tight to my seat
I'm feeling woozy I'm falling asleep
Two three blunts, damn nigga that's deep
I'm on my own now I'm talking a league
Had to check her out from head to her feet
To see if that pussy I'm willing to eat
Name a nigga better than LSB
If you compare me to someone my word I'm a Smith

I got that kitchen fire, plenty smoke
I just hit my limit
Run up peso
Money gonna do what I say so
Lord help me think the reefa calling
Eight hits I'm ahead of it
May be celibate

F*ck a check I'm rolling independent
Record labels wanna be a dentist
Charging co-pays giving crowns
Gas me up before I simmer down
I'm like Harry Potter with the stick
We like marijuana with the stink
Need like five hundred fifty thou
Bet I guarantee you would never see me again
Like I'm better sane
Bouta open up on your cellophane
Niggas wanna crack for the medicine
But they really soft like it's gelatin
And when they get caught it's embarrassing
Tell me how do we recover from when we lack winning
When the most drug deals by the rehab clinic
And by rehab clinic meaning we have clinics
Not some angry motherf*ckers yelling "We have gimmicks"

Throwing jokes Costello
Vibing off no treble
Give her dick no peso
We bam bam no pebble
Taking pictures with no flash in it
Cruising while I got no dash limit
Smoking on keef organic
973-ORG-ANIK