YUNG BOB ROSS

Froot-
(hook) ridin in mercedes, baby, everything so wavy
Bitch it’s boy froot and i’m livin in the 80s
Yung bob ross, sittin smokin makin paintings
I’ont fuck with thots, goth bitches all i’m dating

VHS glitchin on a black and white screen
Cookin in the kitchen, wrist work so clean
You can’t smoke with us, gotta get your own weed
Puffin angel dust while my gucci wrists bleed

(hook)

You can find in the club in the back on my phone
Rollin up a blunt, wearin black in my throne
I’m with my lil goth princess burnin sticks of incense
Carryin a switch and my look is always intense
I don’t know who you think you are
I flex, i glo, and i don’t drink at the bar
Bitch i’m gloin, i’m in the ocean
I got the potion, i’m in slow motion
No emotions because i’m broken

J-mix-
Ima trap king
U can peep my fuckin throne
Any thing u need
I can get it for the low
Black list shawty
And u know we fuckin glo
Only fuck with weed
I don't never touch snow
Down south shawty
I ain't never touchrd snow
They know I got that fire
All around the fuckin globe
They fuckin with team
Everywhere the team go
Everywhere the team go
Gotta steal a couple hoes

And I go hard by myself
I don't need nobody
I stay strong by my self
Yeah
Getting high by my self
I was born by myself
Ima die by my self
Yeah