Count up yo blessings
Run up a check smoke a square get the message
Heaven oh heaven
Oh
Is you like real
All the shit that I feel is it god or my mind
Fucking playing the reels
Im dealing the feels '
I spit shit forreal
Trying to stay off em pills rocking stans and o'neil
Forreal plastic bitches ain't my thang
I could roll a dutch then smoke like a train
Mane fuck is y'all range
I can see big diamonds
Gucci belt and some rings
All the fame all the bitches in the stan fucking smithas
Man im flowing I'm flowing
Smoking and smoking
Rollin dope by the ocean and EAST COAST
Mane we get dirty rollin blunts till they looking all nice
N purety
But forram mane don't worry worry don't worry worry
(punch)


Chorus
Running up that shit like
4-2-3
Fucking on my wrist like
Fossil please



Feel me up till i wobble go ahead thats just me and c costo
Swallow that whole damn bottle packing heat mane I'm so smack
4-2-3
These raps whats up names JACK
Wanna hang wanna slang wanna slur these words
Please peep my verse
Im coming up right now getting so damn wavy
Chilled out
Swing with ya little fucking baby chattanooga flow so damn crazy
(cook)


Running up that shit like
4-2-3
Fucking on my wrist like
Fossil please