Ari Tha Homie - 1:deuce6 A.M.

Who the fuck is this textin me 1:26 in the morning
While i'm yawning, i ignored it
Then i toast up to the most high
Young smoke get the most
And they don't want smoke with the young guys
Create another third eye right between ya blind eyes fucking wit these wise guys
It's a day in, when you be slavin
Claiming they discovered my fire, these fuckin cavemen
It's a shame when, even ya right hand raisin up they right hand vibin wit the right man
I'm nice man, from the sun to the moon, dawn til the noon
Fresh as dawn fillin up a swimming pool
A can a crews i just can em up
Candle crews, can't even handle us
How you hotter when the crowds don't even bother
The crowd and even jumpin how you fuckin up the function

Ari tha homie make it
Dizzy tha homie make it jump jump jump
Jaron the secret
We tha homies
Show me love make it jump...
Call the plug make it jump

Yo gimme that funk back again, it's kicking in
Who trapped the clouds in the car, let the sun in
Smoke seep out, cali style creep
Mobbing in the XL hoppin out the JEEP now
It's showtime the lights bright as fuck
I know they rocking wit the homie, ineed shawty wit ha lighter up
This some she like to bake to
Jam to, stack cash to, and shake ha ass to
If she ain't poppin kitten to it, it ain't popping
If he ain't blowing cash to it it ain't bumpin
If the block don't bleed it ain't thumping
If i ain't reppin third coast then that's something

Written by:
Joshua Adams, Langston Chandler

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