[Hook]

We go

Skate to the park

Playing ball after dark

Let it spark

Brodie you hang with them narcs

Better dart

Ain’t no part

In this art

You won’t choke on this rope

Nah my blade stay sharp

Ya

Smoke down lala

Feel my palms

This shit slap

Like the truth drop bombs

Homie I hit the wall

With my brain on call

When I fall call the medic

Staying up smoking strong

[Verse]

Get a fat bag

Split that shit in a half

Smoke it down with you

And fall on our ass

And her ass mad phat

Smack the pavement made the desert shake

Pussy detonate

We got high and she fed me grapes

Smoke the stress away

Got a test today

Ugh

Ya

Blow my brain out

It gеt rained out

Imma have a field day with your lamе style

He got tagged at the playground

Brodie went his way ya he hang but he bang now

I ain’t go the same route

Working at this day job

Hope this shit don’t take long

Tell me what the word is

I was looking mad nervous on the surface

But I’m cool to pull the curtain

Ain’t no shit for certain

Praying that it’s worth it

Ya homie I’ve been working

I’m up late

Ya my head been turning

Your shit don’t concern him

Ya

You look mad broke selling reposts

Yo

You hit 1k

Homie that’s great!

But ain’t nobody show up to your shows when you play

All your shit lame

Trying to get away

But I can’t get a way

Trying to hype up the state but you talking all that fake shit

[Hook]

We go

Skate to the park

Playing ball after dark

Let it spark

Brodie you hang with them narcs

Better dart

Ain’t no part

In this art

You won’t choke on this rope

Nah my blade stay sharp

Smoke down lala

Feel my palms

This shit slap

Like the truth drop bombs

Homie I hit the wall

With my brain on call

When I fall call the medic

Staying up smoking strong

[Bridge]

I hate myself

But love you

You say that that can’t be true but

Aye

I would do a big stunt just to get to you

And I’m feeling quite stuck in this mood

I hate myself

But love you

You say that that can’t be true but

(Yo)

I would do a big stunt just to get to you

And I’m feeling quite stuck in this mood

You look mad broke selling repost!

You look mad broke selling *Bleep* to the homies

Ya

[Verse]

Sticky flows

And sticky dro

She lick me slow

My shit gritty like a mascot

I’m grinning low

And hitting dro

Feed me drugs like a lab rat

Shorty ass Mad fat

Get a fat bag

Use your tape to wipe my ass crack

Imma ransack

Through the street bring the trash bags

Brodie I’m the truth

You just lie bout what you do

Ya you rap bout them guns but we know you ain’t shoot

Imma take him for his loot

Flexing belts on your loop

But got holes in your shoes

In your flows

In your group

All your hoes

Looking gross

But homie good for you

You look like you need some help

All your flows came from somewhere else

For all the times I failed homie imma give em hell

Ya I got body bags

For these copy cats

Zona where you find me at

High as fuck writing raps

Rolling

Ugh Ya

I’m rolling

Ugh ya

Ghost it

Ugh ya

I wrote it

My hands go numb

It’s all bout you

I can’t keep up

I’m falling through

I’m in the trench

We’re overdue

My head come loose

Shorty I won’t lose

[Outro]

Love is a lot of awkward timing

Feel like the map always play the bias

We could build us a fat alliance

Get high and watch the time go by us

Better bring out the wood tiger

Smoke it down and inhale the fire

Been smoking since a fucking minor

Black lungs cop new attire

Ayee