Organic Lyrics

Bitch dont panic

Everything in my fridge organic

Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic

That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,

That's too savage,

Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet

I do dope moves whenever I doze off

Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic

Yall got the weed

With the seeds and the crumbs

You isn't smokin my weed you a bum

Fuck the police

I got keif in my blunt

Feel like cheech in the room

When my team in the cut

Fuck on yo bitch

Fall asleep with my gun

Gotta tropical bitch sippin pineapple rum

don't wanna talk if it ain't bout the funds

when I rhyme on the beat

feel like Jesus my son

Heated seats I mean the heater boy I keep it on my seat

Always rollin deep

Always on the East

On the phone I be like homie watchu need

He need a quarter piece

Out in Florida fuckin witta gorgeous freak

Dome shot homie go to sleep

Full court Jordan wit da buzzer beat

Reason why they couldn't fuck wit me

Bumped 2 pac, had 2 grams in my tube socks

My back pack like a tool box

My new tool punch a whole through em like a juice box

Knock ya lights out like the fuse box

Wanna new watch sum huge rocks

Like Mewtew when I level up

My shooter pull up knock ya roof

This shit isn't fair

They couldn't never catch up

I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt

The weed that I smoke

My head in the air

My head outer space

Doin Astronaut stuff

This shit isn't fair

They couldn't never catch up

I only breath air when I'm ashin my blunt

The weed that I smoke

My head in the air

My head outer space

Doin Astronaut stuff

Bitch dont panic

Everything in my fridge organic

Gotta bad bitch and her waste gigantic

That ain't my bitch told her man you can have it,

That's too savage,

Smoke moon rock zoom to a new planet

I do dope moves whenever I doze off

Whenever I wake up the trap be doin magic