bob marley

F*ck you, Gavin Swag shit Exclusive Jul shit (Oh hi Jul) Call me Bob Marley, bitch, I'm smokin' hella wood She wan' f*ck on me, I told her that shit understood You from Oregon, you talkin' like you from the hood Pop a Perc and drink a pint, so now I'm feelin' good He said, he gon' run up on me, said, I wish he would I'm rollin' up backwards in my whip, I'm feelin' like I should I don't f*ck with people, so you always see me in my hood I just hit my slime, he on the way, he gon' send me them goods Ball hog, step back, then drive in through that lane I don't f*ck with people on my phone, they always actin' strange I don't f*ck with people on my phone, I stay in my own lane Always takin' trips around the globe, I'm stayin' on these planes (You know I don't give a f*ck F*ck you, Gavin You're not shit You'll never be shit I don't wanna hear from you ever again Don't text me, don't call me I don't wanna see your dumbass name on my phone) Call me Bob Marley, bitch, I'm smokin' hella wood She wan' f*ck on me, I told her that shit understood You from Oregon, you talkin' like you from the hood Pop a Perc and drink a pint, so now I'm feelin' good He said, he gon' run up on me, said, I wish he would I'm rollin' up backwards in my whip, I'm feelin' like I should I don't f*ck with people, so you always see me in my hood I just hit my slime, he on the way, he gon' send me them goods