(BandPlay)
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower?
You wastin' my time 'cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got them bales in the kitchen, no cap 'cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin' it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil' bitch get a monthly allowance
I'ma grow in these cribs, I ain't flippin' no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, and they payin' me monthly
If I go to DeKalb, I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy, that pack right here stupid, it stankin' and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that they fat and they chunky
They gon' do it for free, they gon' turn down the money
Finna hire some 'migos to cut down the harvest
I ain't cash out the plug 'cause he sent me some garbage
If we took all your bands, nigga, you better charge it
We dumping these bags out of luxury apartments
We fifteen deep in this crib, but it's three-hundred bubbas
When play walk inside, niggas clutchin' they cutters
Run up in this bitch and get hit with this button
Got plants all around, we gon' care 'em and cut 'em
He havin 'bud, but it's smellin' like nothin'
Sell thirty a day, yeah, we got this bitch jumpin'
Real estate, I'm havin' houses to sprout in
These bags from Tulsa, I drove 'em through I-10
He want these prices, he tryin' to get locked in
Filter a fan, so we keepin' the smell in
Shoot that bitch just like I'm Bradley Beal
Made it off reefer, ain't have a deal
Used to serve diesel, I ain't talkin' no Neil
My lil' vibe crazy with sex appeal
Trap on Panola, I'm turnin' 'em over
This blick, it bipolar, this bitch get to spitting
Tryna be peaceful, but niggas provokin'
So If I reach for it, it's gon' be a killin'
Tryna show love, but you can't 'cause they might think you weak
So my prices is higher than heaven
Dropped off a ten to my partner, he said he was hurtin', I pulled up and gave him a blessing
Make up your mind, you want shrooms or the flower?
You wastin' my time 'cause you been here an hour
Better get on your grind and go get you some power
Got them bales in the kitchen, no cap 'cause the counter
And that motorbreath tart when you burnin' it sour
Yeah, she bad, my lil' bitch get a monthly allowance
I'ma grow in these cribs, I ain't flippin' no houses
Drop them bags to my twin, and they payin' me monthly
If I go to DeKalb, I might shank up my bunkies
If we spin and they live, then them niggas is lucky
Boy, that pack right here stupid, it stankin' and crunchy
YTB pockets, you know that they fat and they chunky
They gon' do it for free, they gon' turn down the money
Finna hire some 'migos to cut down the harvest
I ain't cash out the plug 'cause he sent me some garbage
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