Hollowtips

Just smokin' on
I’ll keep ridin' solo and smokin' weed with these bad bitches
And I saw them niggas
Brr
You still gon' know, you feel me?
Ease up, eighteen hundred
Keepin' it fashion
It was two in the mornin', keepin' it G was the motive
If you got heat, let me hold it
If you know me, I’m a stoner
If you know me, I’m a soldier
So I hopped in the room
I seen that bitch was a ten
I don’t think you understand
She was just lookin' for love
I was just lookin' for friends
Lil G be tatted and thugged up
We know 'em from L. A to London
We know from the gang and junctions
Fuck it, let’s blaze it 'cause I can’t function
If you got to work on my celly
Send it to Palm Springs by Coachella
I wanna smoke and watch good fellas
I wanna talk like I did it in Dallas (Yeah, yeah)
Hollowtips and Louis V’s, I’m dangerous (I'm dangerous)
Fronter play with me, bitch, you got the gang fucked up (Bitch, you got the
gang fucked up)
AK on my hips, what they labeled us (It's what they labeled us)
All these hoes with me, but she my favorite one (Yeah)
I ain’t really trippin' on it, I’ma do it how I want it
What’s a mob to a king when you come from the gutter?
Still got blessin' of the eighteen summer
And these hoes don’t love it 'til the wrist get flooded
Cash money comin' in like