Luxury

[Chorus: Both] We rolling J's, rolling blunts Rolling deep in that luxury Come fuck with I'm fucking beats, like fucking freaks And luckily, you're stuck with me Come fuck with them Or come fuck with Cos we puffing trees Really nothing b, really nothing that you can't see We rolling J's, rolling blunts Rolling deep in that luxury Come fuck with I'm fucking beats, like fucking freaks And luckily, you're stuck with me Come fuck with them Or come fuck with Cos we puffing trees Really nothing b, really nothing that you can't see [Verse 1] I'm a fucking mic killing machine Trapped with a bag of weed Can't you see? I'm stunting on n--gas like ye Now, watch your little bitch look at me She admire the flow Wouldn't you know A companion so [?] Oh, stop Cos you're not killing me Like I said, in your dreams Fucking up with your sleep Let's go [?] sheets And I'm fucking these beats 'Til the bust go skeet skeet Put it up in the deep sleep You the weak link Make