Cuarenta Porter - Sour (feat. WMG Esco)

My pack louder
You on that powder
I’m smoking sour
Give me an hour
We on that sour
Forty got me on the beat
Smoking good tree
In tha lab cooking it up like a fucking key
My pack louder
You on that powder
I’m smoking sour
Give me an hour
I got that ayeea
I got the power
Been up and lit for some hours
Tell that bitch that it’s mind over matter
Fuck it nigga nothing else matters
Yea it’s either loud or the louder
Shitt it’s either loud or the shatter
Bitch pray for you this a dabber
Where the rigga
Who’s your favorite nigga
Naaaaah nevermind it doesn’t matter
Ahhh bitch
My pack louder
You on that powder
I’m smoking sour
Give me an hour
I’m smiling sour ayeea
You gotta be street smart
Before you ever come at this black heat
You would of been and gone head did that
Yea check your Nato chart
Find out why the fuck you so sour
Shit you been that from the start
Nigga it’s all in your mindset
You ain’t even out making progress
I be smoking good through the process
I had to make it out my outlet
Whereas any nigga could of got stretched
You ain’t even really ready for the smoke yet
Remember nigga I was twisting it up
Right outside of the market
Yea man these niggas are far fetched
That shit is way closer than when you threw it
Like a motherfucking frisbee
I’m from the hood These niggas don’t get me
How I reach so much THC
Twist up yea you know we got some good treee
Ship it all if you know what you needing
My pack louder
You on that powder
I’m smoking sour
Give me an hour
We on that ayeeaa

Written by:
Paul Summers III

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