YSW

[Intro]
I would like to say "Thanks, Mr. Ganja."
Before I record this track

[Verse 1]
Smoking weed I know
Getting turnt up I know
Rolling up everyday, get fucked up
Yea vigga I know
Pour it up every day every day, me and my dawg, one bottle
I drank till my momma, kicked my ass outta home
I was like YOLO
Second thought, gotta thank her tho
She thinks I'm a motherfucking weirdo
Out of the cage, out of the cage
I flew like a motherfucking eagle
There ain’t no vigga, there ain't no limit
'Cause I’m gon' break thru it
Keep my head up high even when I'm broke
Money comes and go like bitches
Keep it wicked
Young spirit
I'm a boss of me
Ain't nobody could stand in my bussiness
Getting high but still stay present

I'm a wild child every momma should be proud of it
'Cause I ain't got no lie and when I loose the track
Find my way out, put myself right back, right back
Before ya fucking nag
Your daughter got swag, independant
Your daughter loves you, uncondition
Yo daughter keeps it one hundred
She ain’t got no problem

That’s why
Them vigga talk shit
But I don't care
Bitch it’s my swag, see it's space-wear
On the stage hands up every-fucking-where
While haters keep sayin' life is so unfair

[Chorus] (x3)
I'm feeling myself damn it
Fuck those haters, I go hard
YOLO smoking weed
YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed
YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed

[Verse 2]
Few bottles on deck
We party like a hoodstar
We got white widow up in this bitch
So tonight we go hard
2005, ya didn’t know me
2017, my name is Kimmese
I'm on some new shit, bitch
Everything I do, now I do it for me
I do it for my fans
'Cause my fans love me
My whole team got my back you see
I'm the realest vigga in this industry

And I don't even act
I love Jägger for real
You can ask Touliver
How many bottles, me and that vigga kill
This is how I feel
Home-boy, I keep it real
My own world is on my hands
Focus on my hands, from right to left
Right to left
You will see one hand is full blunts
One hand is full of stones
If you got a problem, I feel bad for you son
I got 99 probs but weed ain't one
But weed ain't one

[Chorus] (x3)
I'm feeling myself damn it
Fuck those haters, I go hard
YOLO smoking weed
YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed
YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed