MESCALINE LEAVES
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โฑ๏ธ 3:20 duration
๐ ID: 14108752
๐ Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Uh
Ain't nothin' like summer in New York
Top down with my shirt off
Feelin' glorious
What else?
We cop fast cars but drive 'em slow
I ain't tryna race dawg
Ayo four phones, five homes, 600 clones
Headcrack the final maneuver is breakin' bones
Like I got sector loosey
God wrecked 'em truthly
Fall back salute me
Y'all n*ggas goofy
Clutch the heat and keep a steamer for a schemer
Iced out like mookie and teamer pushin' the beamer
Intricate with it
Infinite ticket
Could ride it ain't never the end
N*ggas can keep pretendin'
But you not one of the ones
Like most of my thugs, we different
Been writin' raps, reminiscin' on packs whats flippin'
Gettin chicken, extended clippin's just my background
My favorite city ain't a city that you lack ground
Seen shooters be right back, after they back down
Only motion, no emotion
Word to mami, out to my body in every ocean
Catch me floatin', coast to coastin', we postin'
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
Tear drops in the bucket, fuck it the weed burnin'
I'm not a rapper or a real person
Just a figment of imagination, past the hays
While I stand on broken glass in the back of alley ways
16, stinks of cancer in my lungs
Money dirty so I got attorneys handling my funds
Like the bread up when I'm drunk
Just a ramble with the Dutch
Flyin' stripper bitches up out of Atlanta for the month
I'm T-Mack with the handle and the clutch
Tryna make it out my city rockin' sandles in the sun, for real
I take a second to breathe
A lof of y'all favorite rappers comin' second to me
I got bitches down in Chelsea rollin' mescaline leaves
Rockin' thousand dollar pants, still distressin' the jeans
Throw the folding chair at you like Sabu
Me and Mey have a table with that plate of that wagyu, uh
Catch 20 through past bella view
Can't recall ever askin' the shit they tellin' you
Fuckin' four holes, two of them identical
No exceptions to the rule, the kid exceptional
Yeah
(Yo mey what up)
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
(Yeah)
Straight up and down, and you hear this shit from ___
You know what I'm sayin'
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
Uh
Ain't nothin' like summer in New York
Top down with my shirt off
Feelin' glorious
What else?
We cop fast cars but drive 'em slow
I ain't tryna race dawg
Ayo four phones, five homes, 600 clones
Headcrack the final maneuver is breakin' bones
Like I got sector loosey
God wrecked 'em truthly
Fall back salute me
Y'all n*ggas goofy
Clutch the heat and keep a steamer for a schemer
Iced out like mookie and teamer pushin' the beamer
Intricate with it
Infinite ticket
Could ride it ain't never the end
N*ggas can keep pretendin'
But you not one of the ones
Like most of my thugs, we different
Been writin' raps, reminiscin' on packs whats flippin'
Gettin chicken, extended clippin's just my background
My favorite city ain't a city that you lack ground
Seen shooters be right back, after they back down
Only motion, no emotion
Word to mami, out to my body in every ocean
Catch me floatin', coast to coastin', we postin'
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
Tear drops in the bucket, fuck it the weed burnin'
I'm not a rapper or a real person
Just a figment of imagination, past the hays
While I stand on broken glass in the back of alley ways
16, stinks of cancer in my lungs
Money dirty so I got attorneys handling my funds
Like the bread up when I'm drunk
Just a ramble with the Dutch
Flyin' stripper bitches up out of Atlanta for the month
I'm T-Mack with the handle and the clutch
Tryna make it out my city rockin' sandles in the sun, for real
I take a second to breathe
A lof of y'all favorite rappers comin' second to me
I got bitches down in Chelsea rollin' mescaline leaves
Rockin' thousand dollar pants, still distressin' the jeans
Throw the folding chair at you like Sabu
Me and Mey have a table with that plate of that wagyu, uh
Catch 20 through past bella view
Can't recall ever askin' the shit they tellin' you
Fuckin' four holes, two of them identical
No exceptions to the rule, the kid exceptional
Yeah
(Yo mey what up)
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
(Yeah)
Straight up and down, and you hear this shit from ___
You know what I'm sayin'
Summer time with it, out my mind with it
Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.79] Yeah, yeah
[00:02.88] Uh
[00:03.90] Ain't nothin' like summer in New York
[00:07.49] Top down with my shirt off
[00:09.57] Feelin' glorious
[00:11.14] What else?
[00:13.89] We cop fast cars but drive 'em slow
[00:17.09] I ain't tryna race dawg
[00:20.83] Ayo four phones, five homes, 600 clones
[00:23.70] Headcrack the final maneuver is breakin' bones
[00:25.96] Like I got sector loosey
[00:27.79] God wrecked 'em truthly
[00:28.87] Fall back salute me
[00:30.09] Y'all n*ggas goofy
[00:31.74] Clutch the heat and keep a steamer for a schemer
[00:34.00] Iced out like mookie and teamer pushin' the beamer
[00:36.91] Intricate with it
[00:38.09] Infinite ticket
[00:39.21] Could ride it ain't never the end
[00:40.32] N*ggas can keep pretendin'
[00:41.50] But you not one of the ones
[00:43.03] Like most of my thugs, we different
[00:45.05] Been writin' raps, reminiscin' on packs whats flippin'
[00:47.50] Gettin chicken, extended clippin's just my background
[00:49.82] My favorite city ain't a city that you lack ground
[00:52.42] Seen shooters be right back, after they back down
[00:55.25] Only motion, no emotion
[00:57.52] Word to mami, out to my body in every ocean
[01:00.16] Catch me floatin', coast to coastin', we postin'
[01:03.20] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[01:05.69] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[01:08.55] Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
[01:10.79] Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
[01:13.79] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[01:15.95] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[01:18.84] Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
[01:21.14] Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
[01:23.94] Tear drops in the bucket, fuck it the weed burnin'
[01:27.44] I'm not a rapper or a real person
[01:29.18] Just a figment of imagination, past the hays
[01:31.44] While I stand on broken glass in the back of alley ways
[01:34.51] 16, stinks of cancer in my lungs
[01:36.27] Money dirty so I got attorneys handling my funds
[01:38.92] Like the bread up when I'm drunk
[01:40.32] Just a ramble with the Dutch
[01:41.74] Flyin' stripper bitches up out of Atlanta for the month
[01:44.96] I'm T-Mack with the handle and the clutch
[01:46.97] Tryna make it out my city rockin' sandles in the sun, for real
[01:50.69] I take a second to breathe
[01:52.08] A lof of y'all favorite rappers comin' second to me
[01:54.62] I got bitches down in Chelsea rollin' mescaline leaves
[01:57.12] Rockin' thousand dollar pants, still distressin' the jeans
[02:00.68] Throw the folding chair at you like Sabu
[02:02.58] Me and Mey have a table with that plate of that wagyu, uh
[02:06.30] Catch 20 through past bella view
[02:08.20] Can't recall ever askin' the shit they tellin' you
[02:10.96] Fuckin' four holes, two of them identical
[02:13.63] No exceptions to the rule, the kid exceptional
[02:15.96] Yeah
[02:18.52] (Yo mey what up)
[02:21.95] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[02:23.95] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[02:27.08] (Yeah)
[02:28.27] Straight up and down, and you hear this shit from ___
[02:30.47] You know what I'm sayin'
[02:32.17] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[02:34.46] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[02:36.72]
[00:02.88] Uh
[00:03.90] Ain't nothin' like summer in New York
[00:07.49] Top down with my shirt off
[00:09.57] Feelin' glorious
[00:11.14] What else?
[00:13.89] We cop fast cars but drive 'em slow
[00:17.09] I ain't tryna race dawg
[00:20.83] Ayo four phones, five homes, 600 clones
[00:23.70] Headcrack the final maneuver is breakin' bones
[00:25.96] Like I got sector loosey
[00:27.79] God wrecked 'em truthly
[00:28.87] Fall back salute me
[00:30.09] Y'all n*ggas goofy
[00:31.74] Clutch the heat and keep a steamer for a schemer
[00:34.00] Iced out like mookie and teamer pushin' the beamer
[00:36.91] Intricate with it
[00:38.09] Infinite ticket
[00:39.21] Could ride it ain't never the end
[00:40.32] N*ggas can keep pretendin'
[00:41.50] But you not one of the ones
[00:43.03] Like most of my thugs, we different
[00:45.05] Been writin' raps, reminiscin' on packs whats flippin'
[00:47.50] Gettin chicken, extended clippin's just my background
[00:49.82] My favorite city ain't a city that you lack ground
[00:52.42] Seen shooters be right back, after they back down
[00:55.25] Only motion, no emotion
[00:57.52] Word to mami, out to my body in every ocean
[01:00.16] Catch me floatin', coast to coastin', we postin'
[01:03.20] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[01:05.69] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[01:08.55] Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
[01:10.79] Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
[01:13.79] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[01:15.95] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[01:18.84] Have an acid tab, tryna find my mind in it
[01:21.14] Could make 100k, double up in five minutes
[01:23.94] Tear drops in the bucket, fuck it the weed burnin'
[01:27.44] I'm not a rapper or a real person
[01:29.18] Just a figment of imagination, past the hays
[01:31.44] While I stand on broken glass in the back of alley ways
[01:34.51] 16, stinks of cancer in my lungs
[01:36.27] Money dirty so I got attorneys handling my funds
[01:38.92] Like the bread up when I'm drunk
[01:40.32] Just a ramble with the Dutch
[01:41.74] Flyin' stripper bitches up out of Atlanta for the month
[01:44.96] I'm T-Mack with the handle and the clutch
[01:46.97] Tryna make it out my city rockin' sandles in the sun, for real
[01:50.69] I take a second to breathe
[01:52.08] A lof of y'all favorite rappers comin' second to me
[01:54.62] I got bitches down in Chelsea rollin' mescaline leaves
[01:57.12] Rockin' thousand dollar pants, still distressin' the jeans
[02:00.68] Throw the folding chair at you like Sabu
[02:02.58] Me and Mey have a table with that plate of that wagyu, uh
[02:06.30] Catch 20 through past bella view
[02:08.20] Can't recall ever askin' the shit they tellin' you
[02:10.96] Fuckin' four holes, two of them identical
[02:13.63] No exceptions to the rule, the kid exceptional
[02:15.96] Yeah
[02:18.52] (Yo mey what up)
[02:21.95] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[02:23.95] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[02:27.08] (Yeah)
[02:28.27] Straight up and down, and you hear this shit from ___
[02:30.47] You know what I'm sayin'
[02:32.17] Summer time with it, out my mind with it
[02:34.46] Still on the grind with it, sip a little wine with it
[02:36.72]