Lyrics
I feel like this could be the year, cause nobody dropping a style outchea
This is that wyle out shit that shit, help them get across it, that a year from today
Get lit like a motherfucking wolf, this is what i am, homie pour me a vodka
getting totally bolloxed and murdering sonnets
If you copping a brick then ride out quick, i m trolleyed
not particularly proud
If you copping a brick then ride out quick, if you copping a brick then ride out quick, until we kick the bucket say fuck it
Stuff the chronic in the spliff, y all already know what it is, this could be my wyle out year
Cause nobody dropping a style outchea, like a boxer in the ring whoop
i m trolleyed
If you copping a brick then ride out quick, until we kick the bucket say fuck it
this could be my wyle out year
This could be my wyle out year, that we bust out, not a problem
cause nobody dropping a style outchea
We already got it popping, we top of the pile outchea, it s four in the morning
Cause nobody dropping a style outchea, this is that wyle out shit
Mix it with vodka, homie pour me a vodka, getting totally bolloxed and murdering sonnets
This is what i live, until we kick the bucket say fuck it Thundamentals, we the freshest in the land whoop
we getting live
Fuck it this could be my wyle out year, homie pour me a vodka
cause nobody dropping a style outchea
this is that wyle out shit that shit