Triple Pape

Why you gotta go and take my heart? Why you gotta go and take my heart baby? Why you gotta go and take my heart? So we roll them up and smoke them ‘til our eyes turn red I got Indica Sativa smoke ‘til I go dead I got Too much Time now Relax wind down Too much Time now Too much time Rolling reefer Audio dope in the speakers Rolling reefer Audio coke in the speakers Rolling reefer Audio dope in the speakers Rolling reefer Aye, yeah Indigo purple my weed I’m rolling This isn’t rap it ain’t hyperbolic I break it freehand and then I roll it Punching the gas in a Super Nova Copping my style gotta hand it over I'm with your bitch and she bending over Looking at late model Range Rovers I can drive to the grocery store when I’m sober Been through it all now I'm trying to get it Never ever took it serious Now we got it and we seeing lettuce We the best out period I got ambitious and had to wait They put it out and I took the bait I learned those lessons the hard way Now it’s designer and chardonnay I’m just gonna smoke you there’s no debate You had it easy I can’t relate I had no food to put on my plate I had to make me a better way Smoking I’m ripping the interstate Looking on deals that I’ma finna take Plotting on records I’m trying to break Gas only never on the brakes Half a quarter in the triple pape Me and Michael smoke the whole thing Trying to get on My old Italian with the necklace and the gold rings Nothing average they just wanna hate On a young dude really getting it Seven oh five that’s the mixtape Rolling five joints for the fellowship Rolling reefer Audio dope in the speakers Rolling reefer Audio coke in the speakers Rolling reefer Audio dope in the speakers Rolling, reefer Eh, yeah Why you gotta go and take my heart baby? Why you gotta go and take my heart?