Walter White
Twenty twenty bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Every day the same
Smoking my own strain
Hooligang that’s the name
I’m in my own lane
Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine
Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane
Every day the same
Smoking my own strain
Hooligang that’s the name
I’m in my own lane
Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine
Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane
Hit up seven hundred five for that reefer smoke
I been out here keeping low
Dodging all these bitches
Yeah you sweet
But you sweet and low
Fake as asses on these hoes
Whomping in a set steelies do a wheelie on these hoes
Run it through the door
Big body Chevy on my way to get some Chetty’s
This my grocery getter and you rarely see it and it’s blue
Like I whip a Yeti
Sunshine through the roof
I done light a doob
Up on 48 and made a left at Rue’s
Cruise
Let the bass pound pass the reefer around
We can take a ride and see how it sounds
The old car test never ever let me down
Soon as it pass that
It’s heading to the cloud
Calling people you don’t know
Family and big bro is gonna bite you in the ass one day I keep my circle close
Seven hundred five
Hooligang and that’s Toast
B Moss and Douce and yours truce we never lose holler
Every day the same
Smoking my own strain
Hooligang that’s the name
I’m in my own lane
Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine
Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane
Every day the same
Smoking my own strain
Hooligang that’s the name
I’m in my own lane
Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine
Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane, yeah