Songtext
My boots look like Chewbacca
I'm dying in some Prada
My niggas got 300
Trapping like its Sparta
I got sauce like some pasta
I'm flexing on your father
Bitch I'm flexing on your father
I smoke just like a rasta
And I don't like no drama
But if he acting tough I'll get the k and spill his plasma
I swear all these niggas don't want any smoke
Cause they got asthma
I wake up in the morning then I get it
I said it
You better catch this wave before you regret it (I meant it)
Yeah we're all fucking smiles like we came out from the dentist
I run my own damn miles, I don't any apprentice
My niggas keep the heat like a solider
My goal is big rocks I'm tryna flex with some boulders
My pockets Rick Ross 2014 or older
I'm calling big shots like I'm out playing poker
I'm just fighting demons keep me sober
I'm I moving way too fast or are these niggas just much slower
I've been burning through my bread like I'm just really bad with toasters
Couple hundred on my Ricks, No I can't drown cause I'm a floater
(I'm a floater, I'm a floater)
Nah bitch I'm not a saint
We smoke the cookie to ease up the pain
You are not me, thats just something you ain't
But I can not hold you, I got what you aim
My boots look like Chewbacca
I'm dying in some Prada
My niggas got 300
Trapping like its Sparta
I got sauce like some pasta
I'm flexing on your father
Bitch I'm flexing on your father
I smoke just like a rasta
And I don't like no drama
But if he acting tough I'll get the k and spill his plasma
I wouldn't send you my condolences, but send some to your mama
I swear all these niggas don't want any smoke
Cause they got asthma