Indica Lyrics

I'm not stopping you

I just wanna know, what you gain from this?

But trust me, I get it

I gotta load up the guap, get it grande

Heart get to beatin out my chest like Harambe

I gotta wait to re-up on a Monday

I'm way too geeked for this shit, where the feng shui?

Fuckin this hoe and she screaming out my name

How you tryn play with this shit when it's my game?

I fucked around spilled a pint in the driveway

Pull up beside me, we shoot on the highway

I don't need no patches, I'm showing my scars

Gotta keep going, we done came too far

Couldn't even tell all the lore in my arc

I be so scared, I see me in the dark

I had a bad slut, she was freaked out

I didn't know what to do, I was geeked out

I'm in Cayco, I fucked senorita

I be slumped the fuck out like a retard

In a Maybach, I'm chiefing on reefer

All these fuck niggas call when they need sum

I got Indica smoking Sativa

I'll fuck the shit out ya hoe, put her knees up

I told my twin that we made it

We living in luxury

I know she hate when I'm faded

Tell me she can't get enough of me

Try to push up and got shot in the face

Young nigga go catch a body today

He dropped the lo, oh he bout it today?

Fuck it we gone have a battle today

Kick down the door catch a bounty today

I got some drank, I might down it today

Pull that bitch out and she bouncing OK

I got a pound, I done clouded the Wraith

I fell in love with just counting the cake

My bitch don't even fuck with Givenchy

She get in that mode when she put on that Fenty

Poke his ass up like a nigga was fencing

Hoe watch your tone, you don't need to get defensive

This ain't new to me this what we've been through

I went Cartier, Chrome Heart my lens too

You tryn fuck baby I need your friends too

I done fucked up the club with them bands through

I'm bout to stuff a 3.5 in the backwood

I just keep fucking this hoe cuz the cat good

I'm balling hard, money taller than Shaq could

I ain't even worried bout nobody, I know that my sack good

You gotta learn to just get the fuck up out your feelings, go head and go get you some money

I'm on his block with this 300 hundred feel like a villain, that yellow tape look like a mummy

They in my comments, they talking bout killing me bitch, but these niggas won't never do nothing

Just copped a new coupe, I'm bout to geek the bitch up, I'm tryn see the Trackhawk jumping

Whoa, I psych out and put em in a box

I got some blood on my fucking diamond rocks

She let you fuck, but she bout to send the drop

Double R Ghost I just drove it off the lot

I was tryna be like my uncle with the pot

I be off xannies can't never tell a lot

That bitch, my slut she gone pop the fucking twat

New pair of rings and I bought another watch

I'm off the drank and it's fucking up the clock

Just left the bank bout to fuck another thought

You got the loot get your fucking baggage shot

You say you real, you a traitor and you not

I was so high that I made it and forgot

I just can't do it I gave it all to God