She said put it on god like my ancestor didn't kill that man
All up on my shit I'm smoking so much like I'm Peter Pan
Cause I will never land
I be smoking on this grass
Heard the grass is always greener on the other side lil bitch
And heard money always bluer when you fucking pink
I didn't talk to her and didn't wanna talk to him
So whatchu think about all that bull shit
I just tossed at ya
I just wanna Boston girl
I'm talking about a hot scorcher
I be spitting all these versus and they never not knocking
Come knocking if your heart throbbing
Bitch I'm heart stopping
Did you think you wasn't talking to the pink
Well you is
Yeah you know I'm living right if my left hand got a spliff
And I be spitting on this mic until mouth ain't got no spit
Bitch I ain't no god but I promise I'm the kid
But I goofed up
Cause I got goosebumps
I rolled me two blunts
Only human shawty so I'm sorry if I want two yah
I'm reading in the back so I can slide and come and suit yah
Black and gold not black and white lil bitch it's not suit yah
She said oh my god thought you was only on them chill beats
Chill b
This the only time they gone feel me
They fucking with the pink but they ain't fucking with the real me
Really like that line about the money and the ceiling
Stack it till you can't
And I'd be damned if it don't go to plan
Still need no hands
Cause I'm a man
But I'm a momma's boy
Smoking on this louder noise
Sorta kinda what are you boy
Bitch I'm in the back smoking thrax until I kinda soar