Newport Music

[Intro] Yeah You have now tuned into the Lavender Love Section Newports and bad bitches, cold drinks and chicken wings Watermelon seeds and bitches with no weaves Before I go in, let me roll up my sleeves Yeah Donald Love, baby [Verse 1: Sha Hef] True! Back on the block, no crack in my sock, just dope and my God And your bitch in my car, she back on my dick, she know who we are So come float with a star, a consolation I'm the shit,no constipation Back to the crib for some consommation Pluck her then Fuck her, no conversation I'm just saying, ain't no debating my greatness, these niggas is basic And I'm wasted, writing this rap and cap in the back of a spaceship Just face it Pour a little out for the ones that never made it And shout out to the hoes that I fucked, but never dated Even in HD, I look hella faded Feeling hella jaded, OG got me feeling elevated Got me all sedated, nigga wants to fight cause his bitch got me on her playlist We ain't gotta say shit We come back to the trap with the straps and my niggas just spray shit Got 50 Xan's in that party pack Feeling like I had a heart attack I got 50 bitches wanting autographs I got 50 blunts, I'm smoking all of that That's all I know: good weed, sex, money, and hoes Hit the booth and I spit plenty of flows Check my rap sheet, I flip plenty of O's Oh! [Hook: Retch] (x2) I'm what you get when you mix coca and a triple beam If it ain't the Feds, I'm falling victim to this nicotine Selling drugs, doing drugs Busting sexies in the club Like motherfuck this rap shit I grew up in that trap, bitch [Verse 2: Da$h] Deep inhales, drunk texting a couple hoes Replies come by the time I exhale, saying it's a go Shit, fa sho, after I drop these flows, I'll probably call you Enjoyed the pussy but love my money, fuck what you thought, boo Got use to getting use to timezone changes Joe Namath, JET planing For the green, you ain't paying, you ain't shit What I'm claiming? H's clique Don't make dollars, ain't no sense If your bitch know me, suck my dick, I'm coming up, she think I'm rich Way I'm living got my peers with a certain hate Get acquainted with your maker, ever try to touch my plate Borderline immortals, bitch from Haiti smoking in my place Told her roll her own, cause the gods only chief to the face Putting you on game, G-coded, lames don't understand it Got faded and made my lane just like I fucking planned it Manic expression, getting high keep me out of depression Teaching every time I speak and see money the lesson [Hook] [Verse 3: Retch] Minute Maid in that Cognac, two days in that same Lo Niggas ask where the hoes at, I just act like I ain't know Nigga, we from the same hood, all fuck with them same hoes His bitch fuck her man, we all know how that dame goes Came up on Park Street, swear a young nigga slang O's Champ hoodie and it cover my face, nigga just out trying to stay low But the Feds on my ass, while they harass, every time I see them, I be hoping they crash Ejected from the seat and fly through the glass, his kids have to watch as they go under grass Six feet, dig deep, we laugh, his bitch weep R-I-P to that pipsqueak, hang a fucking cop by his pig feet Fuck jail, I ain't going back cause I'm too fly, think orange whack I got mad hoes, I love blowing thrax and I'm in the room, I got the loudest pack And I really can't let none of that go Black and from the hood with some foreign ass hoes So I'm all up in the rearview when I'm peeping for the motherfucking Peoples Nigga, I ain't trynna see 'em like [Hook]