1.Hood Stories
2.Famous
3.That's What I Be On
I got lean in my story phone, that's what I be on
I got lean on my story phone, that's what I be on
Smoking weed and gettin high, that's what I be on,
Smoking weed and gettin high, that's what I be on.
I got lean in my story phone, that's what I be on
I got lean on my story phone, that's what I be on
Smoking weed and gettin high, that's what I be on,
Smoking weed and gettin high, that's what I be on.
Eat the bad bitch for lunch, that's what I be on
Sipping lean and driving fly, that's what I be on
Gucci seats inside my ride, that's what I be on
Closet got kicks like karate, that's what I be on
Smoking on my seventh flight, that's what I be on
Double pops staro phone, that's what I be on
Make it rain inside the party, that's what I be on
2012 luci that's what I be on,
Always keep a new bitch, that's what I be on
Pull up in that new bands, that's what I be on
Money is my only friend, that's what I be on
Keep some Benjamins that's what I be on
Money over any bitch that's what I be on
Okay I'm smoke up blunt I'm faded
You can tell me shit I made it
Got ships like I'm Vegas
And your girl pussy amazing
Double cup my stire phone
Slow moe got lean in it
Swagging on another level
Swear I'll be on, always keep a stire phone
Say she want the same, tell the single phone is microphone
And your girl start choosing when she take a love
That what I be on, blowing trees now I'm gone
On the flight the mars, baby I'm a superstar
Have this in my car pope the lease be hating hard
Always keep some Benjamins, that swear I'll be on,
Money over any bitch, that's why I be on
4.From The Hood
5.Theraflu
6.Struggles and Dreams
7.Reality
8.We Made It
9.Froze and Blowed
All this ice on my neck got me froze
All the kush in the air got me blowed
All the kush in the air got me blowed
All the kush in the air got me blowed
All this ice on my neck got me froze
Pull up to the club with a porsche four door
Pull up to the club with a porsche four door
Skinny Skinny nigga with a whole lot of whores
Fly nigga my swag might lift off
And my dick is in love with her lip gloss
You kiss that bitch I laugh at you
Swag less, I might throw swag at you
Damn, I'm back to the cursing
And I look better in person
I'm a hustler like a Mexican
And my flow so sick I need medicine
Too many sponsors
I don't have to buy clothes
She the shit, always keep fly hoes
More kush, more liquor
Trying to fuck her and her sister
Yeah, do it big like I'm huge
Slap her on the ass yeah I'm rude
I smoke that kush I'm so high
Finish my verse, so bye bye
Yeah
Look ice on my neck got your girlfriend froze
When she saw me she chose
You lost, I won want to trip then I might get my gun, run
You kiss that bitch I laugh at you
Swag less, I might throw swag at you
Walk in the club I'm too high
Walk out the mall I'm too fly
Your bitch call me papi chulo
And I'm probably on Pluto
Smoking on that uh oh
I'm the shit no culo
She love me like I'm Santa, red bandana
Blue chucks on, so crispy, skinny nigga with a thick bitch with
me
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