J Chinnasz & GIOVANNI FROM KEPLER-22 - AMSTERDAM

Smoking good weed got me inspired
I taught my girl how to roll because I'm tired
I told her that she'd get a bag but I be lying
I had to get some new rims to match my tires
Smoking good weed got me inspired
Your boy fresh all them niggas all expired
I copped the Jubilee 11's then the caddy
You know me the kicks have to match the ride
So many squeaky bitches in my ears how can I mute this
So many deviations 'tween ya' actions and what you say
Nobody really knows what's going on we lookin' stupid
Just shitty people calling shitty people shitty
Oh man that's hilarious
It's hard to keep straight face when your act is being arrogant
All I need's a pair of friends
The rest of you can make a group and stay the fuck away from mans
Y'all niggas fake the bands
That shit is saddening but me I'm just
Smoking good weed got me inspired
I taught my girl how to roll because I'm tired
I told her that she'd get a bag but I be lying
I had to get some new rims to match my tires
Smoking good weed got me inspired
Your boy fresh, all them niggas all expired
I copped the Jubilee 11's then the caddy
You know me, the kicks have to match the ride
So when I hop out, it's in Jordans
I'm smokin' foreign, ask your shorty, it's imported
I'm the big joint rollin'
Wray n Neph pourin'
Never met your girl but she still gon' bust it open
Cause I'm clean with the steez
Nudie jeans, fresh tee
New kicks, something vintage, only copped if it's me
But I'm stuntin' so let's be honest
I know some hoes whose best friends
Who only got me in common
Well well well wasn't that a good time
Right now it looks like we're flying in some turbulence
It could get bumpy and it could get loud
So buckle up and put that down
And pay attention

Written by:
Giovanni Boulay, Jacob Chin

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