Every Otha Day

[Verse]
Ay .40 in my lap with my mouth up on the ganja
I might joke but I don't play, my name is Karri Mondela
It seem like every other day another hoe gon' give me brain
Well I'm rolling haze in that motherfucking swisher grape
Get the fuck up out my face before I let my trey eight bang
I get money, I get paid, smoking till I suffocate
I know that you can't relate, I'm sipping on this tangerine
So turn your stereo on and let the fucking vinyl play
Roll you up a fat ass J, fuck it, grab the Alize
Glock up in my drawers and it's damn sure ready to blast away
I smoke near an ounce a day and nah I don't exaggerate
Ever since I made the phonk they jocking and they playa hate
If I die, then I die, that's my motherfucking fate
Honestly I wouldn't want to have it any other way
Cause everything I been through made me a soldier at the end of the day
I'ma stay real and stack my motherfucking paper plates
VTM, 10GK, to my motherfucking grave
And to y'all motherfuckers hating, fuck em', don't need em' anyway
And you're not, lift this right bitch out, that's all I have to say
Keep your end how I get drunk while you bump my fucking tape