[Project Pat:]
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the
[PAPA PINE:]
Bitch I feel like tungsten
Lungs itch from crumbling piff
A dozen blunts lit stuck on my lips
I summon something bloodless from the fucking pits of hell
Yeah, I got fungus growing in my stomach because I’m chugging wishes from the wishing well
Watch me swell from ingesting infectious hopes and dreams
You will never perfect them
Smoking weed while I’m texting affections to your hoe named “Alexis”
Adding her to my collection
Told her pull up to the 7th
I got one zip of that dumb shit but no protection
Now the blunt’s lit
She’s a punk bitch
To my recollection, pussy like a dungeon
Got me mumbling
Now I’m flexing at the function
G*59 we run shit
[Project Pat:]
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the
[GERM:]
Ran up on ’em with the terror squad
I swear to god
Up north, I’m off the snow with a bad lil’ hoe
My woes with me on that rambo flow
Kick down the door
We don’t knock
We send shots
Touchdown
I got the pack
Roll that sit back
No lack
Trusty burner relax on my lap
I got yo bitch on my dick
Audemaur wrist so slick
Dripping all wet on my shit
I wish a nigga would come claim his bitch
I got flame for that shit
Respect ain’t shit
Y’all niggas ain’t shit
This shit is sickening
Never stopping, DN$ the limitless
Running, ruling I need infinite
Aw shit
Roll my dope
Bang hoes with my bros
Roll that motherfucking ghetty green, a nigga tryna smoke
[Project Pat:]
Know we keep the best of green so you know I’m smoking
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the
[$LICK $LOTH:]
Lil Remains gon make a stain
Lil Remains gon
Seven grams in the raw cone
Fuck boy, it’s my dick you can jump off
Oh lord, I just popped me a xan bar
Hold court when I ride with the pistol grip
Talk shit to a fat bitch, make her feel average
Bet sensei one stack if he smash it
Woke up in the AM I heard that he passed it
Migo and Meth and lil’ Germ hit her backwards
Northside Shawty got the 40 with the gaudy
Purgatory is where I reside
East side of highway fifty nine
West side that MI crooked letter crooked letter I P P I
We don’t see time
We don’t decline, but we stay high
Shadows under them street lights
Keep hoes out of my sight
Germ said he got that potent
Ruby told Meth to roll it
Know we keep the best of green, so you know I’m smoking
[Project Pat:]
Know we keep the, know we keep the, know we keep the