Young Spade - Stroke Sum

One
Roll one
Say she wanna get high
Let me know sum
Know sum
Buns tryna poke sum
Poke sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna stroke sum
Stroke sum
Yeah she say she wanna smoke
Come roll one
Roll one
Say she wanna get high
Let me know sum
Know sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna poke sum
Poke sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna stroke sum
Stroke sum
I be in the coupe
With the finest bitch
Yeah the type of clothes i wear
You can't find this shit
Yeah the type of clothes i wear
These designer kicks
Had to boss up with a check
Cash out on my fit
Yeah them nigga's that you with
They is not tight
Yeah smoking on these runtz
Just ran a stoplight
Yeah i'm smoking on some shit
Labeled exotic life
Send them bullets just like mail
When i up the pipe
Yeah they ain't getting to it
They just flexing
How you mad
Cause yo bitch is who i'm texting
She was tryna smoke
Her and her bestie
Little did you know
She tryna get messy
Little did you know
She tryna sex me
Sex me
Little did you know
She tryna neck me
Neck me
I just want the neck
Keep the sex please
I just want the neck
Keep the stress please
Stress please
Fucking with that pack
I done ran it up
Ran it up
Xd with them hollows
It's gone damage ya
Damage ya
You would've caught that body
You wasn't man enough
Man enough
But you say you hardbody
It ain't adding up
Adding up
Yeah she say she wanna smoke
Come roll one
Roll one
Say she wanna get high
Let me know sum
Know sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna poke sum
Poke sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna stroke sum
Stroke sum
Yeah she say she wanna smoke
Come roll one
Roll one
Say she wanna get high
Let me know sum
Know sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna poke sum
Poke sum
Feeling on her buns
Tryna stroke sum
Stroke sum

Written by:
Young Spade

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