Letter To Da Szn's

I got so much kush in my backpack, baby, you know we can't

I got so much, you know we'll get pulled over

Running, I'm running, I'm running, I'm-

Rolling up gas and I can't explain what flavor

All hit the same to me

She don't want to be questioned and don't want to do explaining

And it bring pain to me

You know you can't swing on the lanes like that, you know we'll get pulled over

I got so much gas in my backpack, baby, we can't get pulled over (Damn)

I just want everything rated r, no PG

I do not want to be a star, no

I just got so much money out the mother fucking atm