Closed Hands

In a hammock Sippin corn oil You toss the bag like corn hole When we let it fly You see ghost Box shit up Crack jokes Then call hoes We got the whole pig on roast And got the whole hood on toast Kiwi Moscato Nino Shit sound like fireworks when we pop bottles Thick bitches nigga f*ck models No Pawgs no Karen problems Just call me God Then commence to swallow Until I'm dipped in Ferragamo We coughing chem For Common knowledge Nino Green like Noah's Ark Load the ship Watch the wave follow Plenty of drip Watch the ounce rock Now lets get back to the regular schedule program Who ever said That We can't Doubled up Flip that You stamped And I 'm forever grateful Closed hands Closed Hands Sport shit... fork lifts and four fifths Corpses ain't got horse on my shit Fly fit...Tough grins... F*ck friends F*ck names...F*ck games... Sustain Truck chains Big player Buff(Alo) frames Fly silks...my ilk... goat milk Rich... Ya bitch blow on dick She swallow too... you still kiss the hoe on lips Niggaaa... (Niggaaa...) My flow so crisp I just lamp and count money and we go on trips... ugh My green obscene I gleam Shake dreams... High post... Hakeem Shooter Sean we lightskin super stars Splash brovas smash movas Your Crew Motley Niggas catch you on a Kawasaki Nuff ends I need Dem Comanche buck skins Nigga f*ck them For Cheetah pelt my heater melt Datsuns and stock options