432 Hertz Lyrics

Left hand got a fatty in it

I'm smoking packs in this bitch

I just want to get rich

I want to take over shit

I want to fuck up the game

I think I might go insane

I'm finna make me a name

You know they gone ride the wave

Mane you know it's me and gang swervin' in that ninety-eight

Finna go to different states

Different money, different days

Do my thang, I'm in my lane

If you ain't gang get out the way

Bitch don't ask if I'm okay

I'm too trill to see the grave

You know it's Downa Mane creepin' out the motherfuckin' cut

Smoking on a fat blunt full of fuckin' indica

Shawty wanna fuck wit' me but I ain't into her

She think I'ma cause a scene but I'ma smoke my junt

My life be moving so damn fast mane everything be changing up

But I ain't gone quit cause you know I cannot get enough

You know I can't get enough

Yeah, this shit is what I love

I'm finna go run it up

I am the dopest lil bruh

One of my own, bitch I cannot be like ya

Fruity flavors in this joint I motherfuckin' puff

Smoking exotic and I ain't talking bout Joe

Sippin' the purple, bitch I just poured up a four

Crossin' the country mane, the pack at the door

I'm goin' real crazy, come and see what's in store

I'm going real crazy, mane come and see what's in store

I'm going real crazy, mane come and see what's in store