48

Walter White Twenty twenty bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Every day the same Smoking my own strain Hooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Every day the same Smoking my own strain Hooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Hit up seven hundred five for that reefer smoke I been out here keeping low Dodging all these bitches Yeah you sweet But you sweet and low Fake as asses on these hoes Whomping in a set steelies do a wheelie on these hoes Run it through the door Big body Chevy on my way to get some Chetty’s This my grocery getter and you rarely see it and it’s blue Like I whip a Yeti Sunshine through the roof I done light a doob Up on 48 and made a left at Rue’s Cruise Let the bass pound pass the reefer around We can take a ride and see how it sounds The old car test never ever let me down Soon as it pass that It’s heading to the cloud Calling people you don’t know Family and big bro is gonna bite you in the ass one day I keep my circle close Seven hundred five Hooligang and that’s Toast B Moss and Douce and yours truce we never lose holler Every day the same Smoking my own strain Hooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Every day the same Smoking my own strain Hooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane Bitches can’t get enough, it’s like it’s cocaine Hoooligang that’s the name I’m in my own lane, yeah