2016

[Intro: Labi Siffre]
Find your dreams come true (It's Glime Season)
And I wonder if you know
What it means, what it means (Attention haters, attention haters, Glime Season is in the building)
And I wonder if you know
What it means (Bitch)
Find your dreams
And I wonder

[Verse 1: CityBoy]
Uh, yeah
That lil' bitch had me wonderin'
Off the drank, now I'm stumblin'
Two bad bitches, tell 'em come on in
I'm smokin' dope like it's 2016
LeBron 9’s, yeah they kick over lean
My bitch bad, yeah she wearin' Celine
My seats plaid, this a GTS3
My family proud, yeah they happy it's me
My racks bustin,' yeah they come out the seams
I'm a shooter, I do it all off the court
AMG and I put it in sport
She want my babies, but I tell her abort
I don't pour up lines, I pour up a quart
I love all the fans, I love the support
She suck when I land, right at the airport (It's Glime Season)
That lil' bitch had me wonderin'
Off the drank, now I'm stumblin'
Two bad bitches, tell 'em come on in
I'm smokin' dope like it's 2016
LeBron 9’s, yeah they kick over lean
My bitch bad, yeah she wearin' Celine
We gettin' bread like this shit was a dream

[Verse 2: smokedope2016]
Shit was a dream
Now I get money, she fuck with the team
Molly my water, my drink Aquafina
Always wear Bape, never wearin' Supreme
Me and Johnny in a fuckin' Bugatti
Glime Season, ain't nobody stoppin'
No reason, I just kill for the hobby
Bad bitch look like Margot Robbie
Rollin' up dope on these phones
All these mufuckas know
I'm getting money fasho
10 for a show
Bitch, I might need mo'
16lyfe on my fuckin' chest
Smökdope on my fuckin' hands
Lipstick on my fuckin' neck
Paper cuts from thumbin' through bands
Bust a brick down in the 7-5
Back in the 804 tonight
Know all the spots where the cops lurk
On I-64 when they out of sight
Don't go down that road
Take precaution, make sure they ain't home
Home invasion, steady blazin'
R6, I keep a drone
Walk in your crib, take your momma jewelry
I don't care if she fuckin' live
Catch me on the boardwalk with more wock than DJ Screw, bitch
G17 and a pint of lean in my fuckin' duffel bag
I can buy anything now, smokin' the best loud, tryna forget what we had