Disaster

Me and bro, we been heating up, turning up the tempo

Purple runts, roll it up, this blunt fatter than a hippo

Late night, sneaking around the crib, got me tip-toeing

This my fifth blunt, I kept on rolling cause this shit blowing

Bro said he like how this shit smoke then you can have some

I been tryna tell him it ain't the same since we got this shit rolling

Bro said he ain't heard none of my songs since the last one

I'm cooking this new shit everyday, I'm irregular

And we popping off on all they feeds, taking up they cellular

Bro asking me where I got my beats, got this shit from telegram