Farm

[Hook] Bitch I'm beaming beaming smoking stinky Earring looking like they supposed to be on my fucking pinky Tearing up the mall, I be speedin' What you wearing ain't even up to fucking season, yeah Take the fucking ball, and I knee it Cause I'm fucking balling for no reason I spent a car on a M.O.N.C. Moncler I smoke kush like I grow it on a farm yeah [Verse 1] Bitch I smoke trees like I grow dem Who is these niggas I don't know dem They don't be smoking dope like me and bro'nem Folks'nem, Glo'nem Got a weed license like I grew him I smoke him I'm in the Beamer catch his Benz, blow them I caught him shooting dice and I rolled him My pistol's fabulous I call him Los'nem Smoking on this Tooka cause I know him You can't stop a Amtrak railroad him Bitch I'm Sosa Joc, it can go down 2-4 Black Disciples, ten toes down [Hook] [Verse 2] I be smoking tons, yeah Too much kush for my lungs, yeah Walk in the mall spending money having fun, yeah I'm Gloing LED 4K TV and Suns yeah 1080p I was born in '83 I'm lying yeah I been doing this shit since I was a youngin' ask my mom, yeah Smoke so much crop like I grew up on a farm, yeah Bitch steady talking I'm like "Is you done?" she like "Yeah" I'm gliding in that bitch skert skert bitch I be stunting Your boyfriend talking shit huh huh huh I get money Pull on his block and shit duh duh duh I be gunnin' Here come the cops and shit skuh skuh skuh I be runnin' [Hook]