(Woah) Yeah
(BentleyKush)
Pounds, yeah (Woah), shook, yeah (Woah)
Bentley, yeah, I'm smokin' kush, yeah (Woah)
Yeah, wow, yeah
I'm smokin' pounds, yeah, trap house jumpin' out, yeah (Yeah)
Bullets, yeah, don't make no sound, yeah
I'm rollin' 'round, yeah, whip autopilot
Said I'm the flyest, your bae come here and fly it
Yeah, yeah
Damn, she fresh, swear I keep thinkin' 'bout her name, but
Damn, I forget 'cause I don't remember a thing
Off this slimy as it get, I pull the motherfuckin' Range, woah
And bro hop out the Bentley smokin' big kush
The trap house gettin' slumped, they can't even sit up
I'm rolled up, I poured up a big cup
Every time she see me, she get on her knees and thank us (Trap house)
Trap house, woah
Woah, woah
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