I’m moving different
This ♥♥♥♥ ain’t nothing to me man, I’m a dog. I’m biting the fart bubbles in the bath
We smoking Symbiote
Smoking that Whoopi Goldberg South Egyptian fur burger Deluxe Megamillions scratcher skunk bubba kush
We smoking dung beetle

I’m on 12 vicodins, smoking on Scooby Doo ♥♥♥♥

We smoking Sequoia banshee boogers?

We snorting that good Buffalo Soldier tamarind jordanian gibbies

They must have amnesia, they forgot that I’m him. That Burberry backwoods pack hitting that ♥♥♥♥♥ smell like a Hellcat V8

We smoking ♥♥♥♥ in a glass pipe, blowing the Lord’s bubbles

I’m sick in the head

I’m on them Broward county Tic-Tacs, I’m on them Georgetown Geronimoes

I’m on them Nashville nibblers

I left my Margiela’s in the Benz trunk, I’ll have to stunt on them next time

I don’t give a ♥♥♥♥ if I go blind, I don’t need to see the price tag anyways

I’m high on 12 Jason Bournes, looking to beat the ♥♥♥ out of a thick, fresh oak

We smoking filtered crack you stupid piece of ♥♥♥♥ I’ll ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ kill you

Call that ♥♥♥♥♥ The Matrix, because I’m in this ♥♥♥♥♥ and I can’t get out

Last guy who ran off on the Pack got choked out by some Givenchy gloves. The last thing he ever saw was the price tag on them. Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him. I need more Sequoia banshee boogers

Don’t be shy girl I love me some Pastrami Mudflaps

I’m moving like French Montana

Welcome to the Cream Kingdom ♥♥♥♥♥, open up. Blac Chyna, I’d drink her piss out of another man’s balls