Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Woah, woah
Huh, huh, huh
Smoke fusion with new sounds
All these bands in my pocket got me rocking round
Riding in new jeeps, this aint no basic things
This a fucking Trackhawk you can hear it down the street
I got ricks on my kicks, jumbo laces on my feet
We can go in raw, but I roll up grabba leaf
We cheefing like I’m keef
I don’t think they rock with me
Hating ass niggas always riding on my meat
But hold on, take it back
No I can’t take you back
Its not even halloween, I’m still rocking my mask
And still sipping that tech, she asking me for sex
I told her “yeah, ok, but first give me a rack”
She gotta give me bands
I smoked like 5 grams
And I always keep a slam
Keep your head bobbing
Cause nigga I aint stopping
And I only rock exotic, exotic new designer
This beat it got me hyped up
This lean got me reclining
I got 4 inside of my cup, I hope this get me high up
Smoke fusion with new sounds
All these bands in my pocket got me rocking round
Riding in new jeeps, this aint no basic things
This a fucking Trackhawk you can hear it down the street
I got ricks on my kicks, jumbo laces on my feet
We can go in raw, but I roll up grabba leaf
We cheefing like I’m keef
I don’t think they rock with me
Hating ass niggas always riding on my meat
Smoke fusion with new sounds
All these bands in my pocket got me rocking round
Riding in new jeeps, this aint no basic things
This a fucking Trackhawk you can hear it down the street
I got ricks on my kicks, jumbo laces on my feet
We can go in raw, but I roll up grabba leaf