My Style (Paused)
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๐ Lyrics
Woah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Smokedope
Yeah, yeah
Smokedope, it's THE COMEUP, baby, it's THE COMEUP
Ran off wit' yo' bitch, I did two-hundred on the dash
Bought her a Prada bag (Vroom)
Hella cash, got blue bills like Benji
Don't you diss me, I'm gon' spaz (Gla, gla, gla)
Italian belt, this shit is Fendi, like my grades (Yeah, yeah)
A double-F, I skipped class, so fuckin' many (Smokedope)
And I'm with yo' girl and she top me down (Top me down)
On the sofa rollin' blunts
Ho, we like to lounge (Rollin' blunts, rollin' blunts, rollin' blunts)
I call her my hat, she high off the ground
Colon parentheses, she the type to frown
Got my person, place, and thing, turn him to a noun (To a noun)
Why you trippin' out? (Trippin' out?)
Goin' wild cause I ran off with yo' shit, I did the mile
Flexin' OD like Brock Lesnar, drunk drive into a pile
They done stole my swag already, please ho, don't steal my style
Sleepwalk to the Aston Martin
Hop in, I'm push-startin' (Yeah)
Take Ls, I ain't takin' losses (Yeah)
Me and Bart, we the fuckin' bosses
Walk down with A-R-P-ski
Pipe down when you around me
Don't talk, I'on wanna hear you
Don't peep what's in the rearview (Smoke, Smokedope, yeah)
Like my future, it's such a clear view, yeah (Smokedope)
Yeah, it's such a clear view, yeah (Smokedope)
Bitch, it's such a clear view (Smokedope)
And I'm with yo' girl and she top me down
On the sofa rollin' blunts
Ho, we like to lounge (Lounge)
I call her my hat, she high off the ground
Colon parentheses, she the type to frown
Got my person, place, and thing, turn him to a noun
Why you trippin' out?
Goin' wild cause I ran off with yo' shit, I did the mile
Flexin' OD like Brock Lesnar, drunk drive into a pile
They done stole my swag already, please ho, don't steal my style
But please, ho, don't steal my style (Don't steal my style)
Please, ho, don't steal my style (Please, ho, don't steal my style)
Yeah, yeah, don't steal my style (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don't you steal that, don't you steal that
Woah, yuh, woah, yuh
Bitch, I'm blowin' up, yeah (Yeah, ya, ya, oh, oh)
Come down, bruh
Bitch, I come up, bruh
Then I come down, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Smokedope
Yeah, yeah
Smokedope, it's THE COMEUP, baby, it's THE COMEUP
Ran off wit' yo' bitch, I did two-hundred on the dash
Bought her a Prada bag (Vroom)
Hella cash, got blue bills like Benji
Don't you diss me, I'm gon' spaz (Gla, gla, gla)
Italian belt, this shit is Fendi, like my grades (Yeah, yeah)
A double-F, I skipped class, so fuckin' many (Smokedope)
And I'm with yo' girl and she top me down (Top me down)
On the sofa rollin' blunts
Ho, we like to lounge (Rollin' blunts, rollin' blunts, rollin' blunts)
I call her my hat, she high off the ground
Colon parentheses, she the type to frown
Got my person, place, and thing, turn him to a noun (To a noun)
Why you trippin' out? (Trippin' out?)
Goin' wild cause I ran off with yo' shit, I did the mile
Flexin' OD like Brock Lesnar, drunk drive into a pile
They done stole my swag already, please ho, don't steal my style
Sleepwalk to the Aston Martin
Hop in, I'm push-startin' (Yeah)
Take Ls, I ain't takin' losses (Yeah)
Me and Bart, we the fuckin' bosses
Walk down with A-R-P-ski
Pipe down when you around me
Don't talk, I'on wanna hear you
Don't peep what's in the rearview (Smoke, Smokedope, yeah)
Like my future, it's such a clear view, yeah (Smokedope)
Yeah, it's such a clear view, yeah (Smokedope)
Bitch, it's such a clear view (Smokedope)
And I'm with yo' girl and she top me down
On the sofa rollin' blunts
Ho, we like to lounge (Lounge)
I call her my hat, she high off the ground
Colon parentheses, she the type to frown
Got my person, place, and thing, turn him to a noun
Why you trippin' out?
Goin' wild cause I ran off with yo' shit, I did the mile
Flexin' OD like Brock Lesnar, drunk drive into a pile
They done stole my swag already, please ho, don't steal my style
But please, ho, don't steal my style (Don't steal my style)
Please, ho, don't steal my style (Please, ho, don't steal my style)
Yeah, yeah, don't steal my style (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, don't you steal that, don't you steal that
Woah, yuh, woah, yuh
Bitch, I'm blowin' up, yeah (Yeah, ya, ya, oh, oh)
Come down, bruh
Bitch, I come up, bruh
Then I come down, yeah