stoned

‎[Intro]
(1919)

[Chorus: fashionist]
Bitch I'm countin' guap, now
All these niggas talk down
Man, yo' block get hot now
Bitch I'm sippin' wock now
Big Gen on that stick hoe
Big Gen on that Glock now
Pussy talk down, blocked now
Yeah, nigga, shot down

[Verse 1: fashionist]
I'm wit' my nigga leafuh in the building
Y'all niggas ain't make no bands, off no killing
Yeah, yeah, 1919, yeah, They like "Fash', do new flow"
You niggas too bold, Fash' you too cold
Smoke that gas, I'm too stoned
Put him in that tombstone
Man them diamonds, too chrome
Fent' in the back, bitch he got that ooh, oh, yea

[Verse 2: leafuh]
Ah, count so much, my thumbs hurt
She text my phone, I dub her
Know he mad, we upper
That boy, undercover
Yo' bitch under-covers
That boy broke, rock Converse
He—He bite down, we did it first
We walk down, Glocky in purse
Throw me the bread, or you ain't gettin' a verse
Talk all day, get paid like church
Turn dat lil' boy into merch
Yeah, yeah, hm
G19 send you to sleep (Shhh)
This yo' bitch on me
I been coolin' with the team
All I do count green
I can't care about no leech
All they wanna be is me
Stoned, lil' bitch, I'm geeked
But they ain't as high as me
Shit give me anxiety, told her keep this shit lowkey

[Bridge]
Uh, huh

[Outro]
I'm with Fash' up in the back
My thumbs hurt
She text my phone, I dub her
Know he mad, we upper
That boy, undercover
Yo' bitch under-covers
That boy broke, rock Converse
He—He bite down, we did it first
We walk down, Glocky in purse
Throw me the bread, or you ain't gettin' a verse
Talk all day, get paid like church
Turn dat lil' boy into merch
Yeah, yeah, hm
G19 send you to sleep (Shhh)
This yo' bitch on me
I been coolin' with the team
All I do count green
I can't care about no leech
All they wanna be is me
Stoned, lil' bitch, I'm geeked
But they ain't as high as me
Shit give me anxiety, told her keep this shit lowkey