5. Torpedos

Intro:
I don't like to make my papers too big when i'm rollin'
Ford 500 keep rollin'
Nigga i'm smokin
Everything i'm holdin'
I ain't finna ride with a reason to be thrown in
Polk County sheriff wanna shoot me cuz i'm holdin'
So nigga I keep it rollin'
And i'm golden
Cuz nigga I keep it rollin'

Verse 1:
Lighter died so it's Matchbox Twenty
Little spliffs in the cut i'm hittin' shit 'til it's sunny
Moonlight mummy
I been high since 10th grade but I ain't a dummy
Matter of fact it's kinda funny
I got more will and more skills
And I make money but it really ain't shit
If my girl need a couple hundred I just let her get it
Man i'm with it
But i be subtle stuntin'
Onlookers never tell it
Cut the haters sharp like machete
They just never expected
My nappy roots crooked tooth ass
To pull out a wad of cash on the ready
Barely folded and heavy
Rubberband stretched lookin' loose like spaghetti
And the worst part;
I just go ahead and spend it

Verse 2:
I don't like to make my papers too big when i'm rollin
Ford 500 keep rollin'
Nigga i'm smokin'
Evertything i'm holdin'
I ain't finna ride with a reason to be thrown in
But rest assured when we get back to the fortress
I won't be the only one rollin'
I got me a stash that i'm holdin'
Sold from a white Range Rover
He looked like Rob Thomas when he rolled up
Sold me all the doja
Told me I should smoke a
Few at a time cuz it's "good growth,"
I didn't know what he meant so he went on
Told me I can hit it once and I'd be gold
So I roll it up like some little torpedos
I roll my joints like some little torpedos
And twist the end up
Them bitches look like little

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