Floatin on a cloud and I may not come down
Twi-Lite, Juliany, BFG
Kamakazi, Man I'm twisted
Awe Shitt
[Verse 1: Twi-Lite]
I be that pretty motherfucka, St. Maarten what I'm repping
Got yo bitch flexing, slamming like wrestling
Searching for a nice guy, I am no nice guy
Toot it then I boot it no connection bad wifi
No cigarette smoking when we taking flights
You can play with my brian griffin, I'm a family guy
On to the next one getting brain Einstein
We be rolling stoned age, Hi5
Gimme Hi5 I'm smooth like the Jackson 5
Boink boink lap dance eat it like pacman
Yaba daba do it, pussy popping on a handstand
Sour diesel strong knock you out like a caveman, cave man
I be rocking stage mann, got a bad bitch blowing o's on location
Yo KDC invasion did I mention that this bitch is Asian
[Hook: Twi-Lite]
Trippy niggas, Trippy niggas
I be with some hippie niggas
Chasing Cash and Blowing O's
Trippy niggas, Trippy niggas
I be with some hippie niggas
Chasing Cash and Blowing O's
Rollin (6x)
I don't know where I'm
Going (6x) But I'm gone
[Verse 2: Juliany]
Mann all you got is real simple raps
What about your skills where they at
Jacking rhymes from fab come on man, where they do that at
Styles of the internet, smile cause I'm in effect
Mann you ask around I put it down plus I been a vet
Breezin thru the sunshine, All you got it dumb rhymes
Im about to kill it but I kill them every punch line
Isn't that a contradiction, didn't have a pot to piss in
Pissin on my competition, take a bit of logic wisdom
Mix it up with lots of spliffin, got ambition and a mission
Didn't have to ask permission, speaking now the class is listening
Class is what I'm usually ditching, Cash is what I grew from this shit
Mann I got big booty bitches ashing on my true religion
Don't care what you fools is sniffin, Hoes bring me the newest piffin
Just me and you on the screws so you should wait up listen
Don't follow rules like in school but you should pay attention
You make your moves as you choose or you should play the bench then
[Hook: Twi-Lite]
Trippy niggas, Trippy niggas
I be with some hippie niggas
Chasing Cash and Blowing O's
Trippy niggas, Trippy niggas
I be with some hippie niggas
Chasing Cash and Blowing O's
Rollin (6x)
I don't know where I'm
Going (6x) But I'm gone
[Verse 3: BFG]
Momma was a hustler, Daddy was a dead beat
I'm a beat you motherfuckers upside your head
Till your fucking head bleed dead B
Ain't no fucking body gonna track me
Who you think the FBI, feed you tuna picks
Cook dinner for your girl, No evidence no CSI
Who am I to always seem to call me absurd though
But if you really wanna find out
I can guess you can ask your girl tho
Jump motherfuckers like hurdles
Hit you up under that belt and rusty shank up in your rib
Make sure my presence is felt
Don't play the cards I was dealt, rather rob the dealer instead
Take the kings and aces out the stacks and put the rest out for grabs
Don't do credit just cash, blowing that money like hash
Got my own trade station in the basement wanna train your girl back to bed
How you like that, yeah we the sickest
Don't give a fuck bout you bitches, you compare to me just quit it
You'll make yourself look ridiculous, Aye yo Twi-Lite
Go ahead and tell these boats what it is, cuz at the end of the day
I don't plan to give a fuck about this shit, Now come on
[Hook: Twi-Lite]
Trippy niggas, Trippy niggas
I be with some hippie niggas
Chasing Cash and Blowing O's
Trippy niggas, Trippy niggas
I be with some hippie niggas
Chasing Cash and Blowing O's
Rollin (6x)
I don't know where I'm
Going (6x) But I'm gone