lyrics: hook (x2) outrageous how much i'm blazing i might go crazy from these coke cravings lost in the sauce live where the glocks pop and people sell rocks to moms who got babies people catchin bodies over ten dollar payments fell in the wrong crowd, police yellow taping headstone engraving, people enraged going crazy always got the nines off safety
tracksuit with the black jeans or the black boots never been afraid to smack you its facts, truth known to the federal, the state and the local for selling them opioids shaped like ovals two pills of that vicodin, that lortab and that hydro and i mix it up with the klonopin and the good weed got my eyes low to recap, i break down the weed wrap i roll it up and i need that got nosebleeds from that OC, that Yung Izzy she a dope fiend that lowlife yeah you know me, there's no games it ain't sony i came up by myself i'm talkin solely loquacious, beat cases, never see me at the station persuasive, takin all y'all wages, flippin acid pages kush chronic contagious, i'm lazy but i'm countin up my motherfuckin bread on the daily got that mud in my house like a fuckin pioneer two liter sprite i don't need to buy a beer and you can't smoke, if you aint gon match i got the dabs in the pen and the blunt with the wax i'm the newest one out on the scene, youngest fag in the game i heat up weed with the flame, i spit on beats every day please don't eat from my plate, get the fuck out my face and get the fuck out my way, all i'm concerned with is the weight all i do is get cake and get baked plus these acid tabs changing up my mind state that lean kinda got me sittin sideways i've been getting baked every day for like 5 days (look) i guarantee none of these hoes can handle this i jam it in and then abandon them cannabis a hand of it, no, an elbow, sandwich it behind the wooden panelling insanity how i got so much vanity three for the seventy it's straight from purdue racks in the mattress cause my cash never loose i ration the goop, i grab on her boobs cloud in the air come smell what this weed do if you think we're selling drugs bitch we do nitrous tank got my mind in loops plus i'm rhyming these words like i'm dr seuss i set fire to the house when i step in the booth izzy
lyrics: hook (x2) outrageous how much i'm blazing i might go crazy from these coke cravings lost in the sauce live where the glocks pop and people sell rocks to moms who got babies people catchin bodies over ten dollar payments fell in the wrong crowd, police yellow taping headstone engraving, people enraged going crazy always got the nines off safety
tracksuit with the black jeans or the black boots never been afraid to smack you its facts, truth known to the federal, the state and the local for selling them opioids shaped like ovals two pills of that vicodin, that lortab and that hydro and i mix it up with the klonopin and the good weed got my eyes low to recap, i break down the weed wrap i roll it up and i need that got nosebleeds from that OC, that Yung Izzy she a dope fiend that lowlife yeah you know me, there's no games it ain't sony i came up by myself i'm talkin solely loquacious, beat cases, never see me at the station persuasive, takin all y'all wages, flippin acid pages kush chronic contagious, i'm lazy but i'm countin up my motherfuckin bread on the daily got that mud in my house like a fuckin pioneer two liter sprite i don't need to buy a beer and you can't smoke, if you aint gon match i got the dabs in the pen and the blunt with the wax i'm the newest one out on the scene, youngest fag in the game i heat up weed with the flame, i spit on beats every day please don't eat from my plate, get the fuck out my face and get the fuck out my way, all i'm concerned with is the weight all i do is get cake and get baked plus these acid tabs changing up my mind state that lean kinda got me sittin sideways i've been getting baked every day for like 5 days (look) i guarantee none of these hoes can handle this i jam it in and then abandon them cannabis a hand of it, no, an elbow, sandwich it behind the wooden panelling insanity how i got so much vanity three for the seventy it's straight from purdue racks in the mattress cause my cash never loose i ration the goop, i grab on her boobs cloud in the air come smell what this weed do if you think we're selling drugs bitch we do nitrous tank got my mind in loops plus i'm rhyming these words like i'm dr seuss i set fire to the house when i step in the booth izzy