Weed Nap Lyrics - Sayitainttone

It's nothin' fresher, they under pressure 

Take your bitch and undress her 

Go 'head and kill yourself 

Fuck niggas, they'll be one less 

More weed, less stress 

Make a grocery store runs, in some old bape and ape sweats 

Separate the bookies from vets 

Out in the bay, where they blowing coquis 

Shout to Mr. Fab 

The revolution will be televised and I'll be hella high 

The same jealous niggas will be jealous 

Clip they wings, smash their propellers 

Can't add to it, can't take from us 

She at my spot fixing plates 

That's why I fucks with her 

I got a crib in every state 

Tommy Buns living nigga get cake 

Fuck is wrong with your posture little nigga? Sit straight 

No other choice, but to keep it real 

These niggas so fake 

You can still smear the paint, ew 

I got your bitch on my arm 

Got the team on my back 

Got the world on my lap 

Got that P on my hat 

Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that 

I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped 

Still the same nigga 

Shit ain't changed still wake and bake 

Still got your bitch with us 

Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer 

Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh 

Uh mission never changed, stay all after the same 

Jet life Taylor Gang rectify the game 

From the 4, the big dog came 

Rollin' joints with his paws, wearing pinky rings 

Since he swang through things ain't been the same 

Kinda close though, copping cats on my coats, yo 

Can't duplicate the dope flow though they're tried 

That shit too stepped on nigga, to get the people high 

It's that strope light, that 1975 

Cadillac that, baby girl doing soul train lines 

Never hate it, though I flow out my mind 

Pockets breaded like they finna be deep fried 

Out his head, dis a 100 times 

Suckas still sleep on me, layin' in the lot, fool, let 'em be 

Probably dead in that bed, let 'em rest in peace 

Smoke another P, kill some more beats 

I got your bitch on my arm 

Got the team on my back 

Got the world on my lap 

Got that P on my hat 

Niggas sleeping on me and I like it like that 

I done made a couple bands I did that while you napped 

Still the same nigga 

Shit ain't changed still wake and bake 

Still got your bitch with us 

Still Pac, ay still hit the dealer 

Paint no limit to this shit like P. Miller, oh