Bending Reality (432 Hz) ft. B. Afinidad Lyrics

Warning, may cause dizziness

Riding through the city, looking back in my rearview

Riding through the city, looking back in my rearview

Smoking on this loud, I can't hear you

I'm up on a cloud, what a view

When you see a true player, just chuck up the deuce

Riding through the city, looking back in my rearview

Smoking on this loud, I can't hear you

I'm up on a cloud, what a view

When you see a true player, just chuck up the deuce

Riding through the city, bending corners with my window down

Smoking on this loud, can you hear me now

I'm up on a cloud, can you see me now

I'm so high, motherfucker, I ain't coming down

Got this 40 on my waist

If a nigga want to hate, I put that 40 in his face

I be smoking hella kush, I be sipping hella drank

Fuck what they say, I'm going hard in the paint

Got the ism for these bitches

Ruger for these niggas, got codeine in my Faygo

N I am blowing on the killa, Gotta get it how I live it,

I live it before I spit it

So listen to what I'm spitting

Every night I'm on a mission

My money coming fast, this drink got me slow

I'm so clean, riding 24s

I be drenched in game, pulled up on them hoes

You can see what I'm bout man them hoes know im throwed

Riding through the city, looking back at my rearview

Smoking on this loud, I can't hear you

I'm up on a cloud, what a view

When you see a true player, just chuck up the deuce

Riding through the city, looking back at my rearview

Smoking on this loud, I can't hear you

I'm up on a cloud, what a view

When you see a true player, just chuck the deuce

Smoking OG, pouring codeine, man, I'm on a paper route

I just picked up purple activist, I thought it was a drought

I hopped out the whip, looking like a superstar

Diamonds dancing on my charm, double cup in my palm

If it ain't about the money, then it ain't about nothing

I be pimping these hoes, but I don't even want them

But I keep getting money, so they keep on coming

Call me Benjamin Franklin, because I keep it 100

I walk like money, I talk like money

I smell like money, my double cup muddy

Better have a pistol on you when you're bending that corner

my kush is from California, got syrup up in my soda

Pouring codeine, in a Faygo

Smoking on trees, got me so blowed

I'm so throwed, I don't know where to go

all I know my money, fast and this drank, got me slow

Riding through the city looking back in my rearview, smoking on this loud

I can't hear you Im up on a cloud

What a view, when you see a true player, just chuck up the deuce

Riding through the city, looking back in my rearview

Smoking on this loud, I can't hear your Im up on a cloud

What a view, when you see a true player, just chuck up the deuce