Session (feat. Hodgy Beats, Mike G, BrandUn DeShay) E

I can't read. Hold the dro up. I got five on this session. I got five on it too, my nigga. You smoky, my nigga? Nah, ain't smoking. Nigga, come on, just hit the fucking blunt. Nah, y'all know I don't smoke, man. You smoky, This nigga never wanna smoke, my I'm High off life, nigga. These hot boxes be nice, nigga. Straight jazz in here. I'm good, man. You know, fuck it. If ain't gonna fucking smoke, Nigga, just, just rap for us, nigga. All right, I got that box is just making You high. Yo, yo, look. I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat. Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap. Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback. My self-respect, I leave that in the lost and Found where the Black girls get they weaves back. Awesome, I achieved that mini. Blasting, you're a jerk in some fucking yellow Skinnies looking like a fucking faggot. Fuck Bounce around the house trying to find an Easy way to rape Minnie. Bet you 30 dollars you find her like Carmen Found Kenny dead. Woo. I like my girls small, skinny, kinda Pop-Tart. When I bite into 'em, red. Oh, yeah. I'm a self racist. You should tape this, ask Sarah, I'm the rapist. I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belt is for The faggots. My hat is by Jabia. If you got a fucking problem with the future, You could get a death wish just like Atiba. Fucked up is apparent, I Future Aaron. I'm watching the barracks, getting head from Someone's parent. A lot of fucking hate inside my Heart, guarantee that I'm sharing in the forest with The cyclops staring. I'm flying on a beaver. You're a disbeliever, so don't ask for no Motherfucking ride when you see us. We swim right past you. The shit list said that I'm nutty, such cashew. 'Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell Gas fumes. Permanent brain damage, Stimulative tattoos. The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask You. Kill the jungle, but the cash news. You didn't see me here if someone ask you. That nigga got off. OG Beats. Hey, hey, tell the nigga to smoke. I wanna feel her in every way. Mary Jane keeps me high like every day. Nah, that Bomb vaporizer in a sack. Now stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped. Buy a Swisher for a dollar or Two blunt wraps. Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat. She ain't got time to try and relieve you. But she'll get all in your head, sativa. We grind, these niggas asking for some promo. We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos. Square circle jerks starting OF mosh pits. Preaching to the poets, I'm an OF prophet. No less profit. Fiend when we drop shit. Like convertible coupes, bitches scream when they Top split. Ah. This that crack, give you something to sell. Put these bitches on lockdown, something like jail. Lockdown. Dawg, she hot, I swear. Probably rougher than hell. And she ain't gay, but only thing she like Is fucking Chanel. Light-skinned women, all sacks, Everything. Think we could fit 10 in, Bowls packed with everything. Everything that we call flight. Living life, this is everything that they call hype. Ha. I'm everything that they call nice. She in colors and shit, she off that northern Lights, right? Intimidated by niggas you can't be. I'm a G, and this is something you can't See. Top rank, number one, my son. And she looking for them trees, baby, we got Some. They say focus on women and you get Less done. It's ironic 'cause I always hear you Talking 'bout one. Ha. Them other niggas smoke, they ain't this high. How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly. Damn. Nigga's high as fuck. Damn.