mingo yea you know life you know yea you know my lingo yea put a lighter to that shit yea i m back up on my shit nigga who the fuck gone stop me i m on it i want it check this i got me i m smoking out the lb i only puff that great green little nigga i m fb what the fuck you re gonna tell me coming down in that shell b cobra loud motor the clothes on me smelly from the odor of that douja never sober i m overhigh on this posers a soldier i told ya mingo roll and coka they can t knock my hustle this hoes can t distract me i m focused i m a real nigga take notice my eyes low i m so lit the threads on me sporty no you can t afford these woadie holy kush smoke i m loaded steady rolling up them swollies stuffing cones i m like cannolis yeah i do this you dont know me back up off me homie i m too real for these phonies sitting low in this pony smoking on them clouds riding with a oz bitch i m bout to burn it down you know money all on my mind mane on that same old grind mane killa kush in my lungs too got a nigga sittin sideways on the same high for like five days my eyes red with a slight glaze no sleep until i m paid i m stuck on this come up phase on the same old grind mane money all on my mind mane killa kush in my lungs too got a nigga sittin sideways on the same high for like five days my eyes red with a slight glaze no sleep until i m paid i m stuck on this come up phase  gucci link draggin the mink 28 grams of that stank smelling like a bank weed too loud we can t even hear our selves think and it s still shark week you ll get eaten don t sink niggas will signal your ending it s done with one wink seen it before i ve seen a lot homes cause i don t blink money don t sleep so why should i billions up to the ceiling high foe i rest one of my eyes tho i doubt that i ll even be tired probably be out looking for iller shit to buy faster cars to drive rolling super sticky porcupine testarossa open wide me my bitch and my tires smoking we maintain the champagne campaign toasting clicqout champions baby tilt my glass when you pour it this that rapper weed ho be careful how you smoke it might spend some on a bitch but i ll never let her hold and i m on the same old grind mane same clothes for like five days first lick was like 3 stacks them bitches call me andre and a nigga must be on one or insane tryna try me i call shots i pull rank nigga this time i do it my way hundred racks in my armoire nigga touch that that s gunplay hundred pounds of that loud pack that cali kush that bombay hundred deep with all real niggas my hood nigga from around the way hundred shots and they ak if they go down it s mayday but i m on two l s like cool j jet life to my dooms day got a red head with street cred got a red bone who move weight got a white girl who snort shit she think she miss scarface better slow down before it s too late she fuck around and od i m low key but i m highed up sipping on that codeine my paint job be snow white that yayo that cocaine i spit heat i spit flame my street name be propane that big body be too clean hoggin up like two lanes 