just a rap song ft. The Opposite Lyrics

Yeah I'm getting so high, I'm getting so high, Put my weed to the sky

Put my weed to the sky, spend the block with my guys, pulling up with a nine

With a gun on my side, pulling up on time

Freestyle my rhymes, going crazy i lie

Spark it up now I'm fried

Off the dome I climb

A bitch bang my line

I'm worse than a lime

Snatch your bitch she mine

Fuck yo bitch she a dime

She said she want my honey nut, no cheerio

Fucking yo bitch, yo bitch is a diddy ho

My rhymes are smooth as hell I know

Sparking up this weed I know I glow

Freestyling off the dome I know I flow

You wanna fuck with me I'm bound to throw

One to the two to the three and to the four

Police coming and knocking down my door

Five to the six to the seven to the eight

Pussies that wanna come, fuck up my place

Eight, seven, six to the five

It's only five o'clock and I'm drunk like it's nine

Nine, ten, eleven, fuck twelve

Them motherfuckers only wanna put me in a cell

These crazy motherfuckers gonna end up in hell

But I'm hotter than hell, spark it up, burn it down

Till the ash, it's the ground

Smoking weed by the pound, fuck smoking by the ounce

When I'm done, take a bitch a pound town

When I'm done, I'll have all my money in a mound

Rich as hell, got my dick in yo bitch's mouth

Wa-wa, took your bitch, yeah you can go and pout

God damn, hit up the plug, I need some more weed, smoking loud

(Hold up motherfucker, I think we need to change this shit up a little bit, ya heard?)

(What you mean, what you mean?)

(This is what the fuck I mean)

Ayy switch up, got my clique up

Fuckin' yo bitch, I got my dick up

And I stand with the gang, I'ma never switch up

You wanna fuck with me, I'ma put you on a picture

Yo baby mama wanna cuddle me

But I know that she fuckin' on the whole team

She said she want a kid, I might make it three

I ball like Jay Morant, yeah I'm in the league

And these pussies can't keep up with me, yeah I'm in the lead

Big league, you know I got a chopper with a big beam

Got you leakin' blood and it's drippin' down your white tee

Fuckin' on your wifey

While I'm off the molly

We're rockin' 45, lil bitch, don't try me

Fat bitch named Eden

Me and OP goin' word for word, you know we even

Shot that boy with hollow tips, you know I left him leakin

I gotta wrap my money up, I guess that it's the season

I put that boy treason

It's gang shit, no lame shit, pussy

It's gang shit, no lame shit, lil bitch

(Hold on, yeah)

(Hold on, yeah)

(Hold on, yeah)