M3 Beatz - Devil's Lettuce

Uh, uh, uh, yea
Uh, uh
Rollin, rollin
Faded, faded, faded
Rollin, faded
Rollin, faded
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Rollin rollin up with the boys out back
Puff puff pass
I've been workin hard and I show it
These diamonds not glass
Better choose now and stick to your plan
Either way time gonna pass
Call me father time cuz they told me time is money
And I got a lot of that in my bag, uh
Hot wheels
How I ride around the opps hills
Cheap thrills
Henny, weed, pussy, pills
I like parties they excuse my drug habits
Took a t-break for an hour
Now I’m back at it
Pull up and I pop the trunk
Not in the back
It’s in the front
Wake up and smoke on some runts
I gotta stay high
This shit is more fun
I wasn’t always this way
Once was a kid
Used to just play
Now I get cake
Move state to state
Getting face from a new bitch everyday
Only time I’m ever in a jam
Is when my gun is
You go blind starin' at my ice
When the sun hits
You are not gang
Get the fuck out my circumference
So authentic
You could really never front this
I am not a genie
Can’t grant you one wish
Comin' up quick
Why get only one whip
Workin so crazy
We about to be dumb rich
Do it for my fam
I’m giving them all this yuh
Rollin, rollin
Faded, faded, faded
Rollin, faded
Rollin, faded
Yuh, yuh, yuh

Written by:
Marcus McCallum

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