Weed & Brew$

[Verse 1: Pyro Methane] Hot fudge Sunday on a cold afternoon Flows to rude, used to get kicked out of Sunday School Now I kick that 91 raw, flava in ya ear Retro 7's on my feet This be the year, yeah Pump pump the fear Yeah yeah, pump pump the fear Nigga yeah yeah, pump pump the fear Pump pump the fear, pump pump the fear Vanilla bitches on my dick, tryna get that creme filling Toy-yo my key in, like oh what a feeling How? This young nigga be killing it From the clothes to the scenes man I be killing it Dressed to impress, lyricism virgin tight What would you do for a flow colder than a Klondike? Olive green? your money be too basic I'm counting different color notes hanging with the young Elizabeth Taylors, they be Zac Posen Grab some weed and some brews man We be chilling lowkey We be chilling lowkey [Verse 2: Pyro Methane] Yo, Funnel cake bitches gone off the powered sugar Hate feeling like I didn't do what I shoulda If it was just me and you then I coulda Give me one more cup, than I would of Man your girls too pressed, they need sex I was just playing when I sent that late text But you got me thinking, Not you, who else? Best I keep the thoughts I be thinking to myself [Vamp: Girl Speaks] Girl, what the fuck did he just send me? Fuck, should I call him? I'm a call him Hello? you can't be sending me shit like that Like I got a man But uh Hows your mom I miss you too Ok I got to go I-I got to go Bye [Outro: Pyro Methane] To myself To myself To myself