A.A.S.B.

Shoes and shirt they match Count up them lil racks Bro finesse a pack And left em on his ass I was down bad Now I thumb thru the bag Green and blue for cash Her pussy pink like cam I'm the man like xan Pop two gone in da wind I could never stress it cause i got a different lens They walked in together I'm so geeked thought they was twins She left me forever wonder when forever end? They can't understand me Over heads like ceiling fans Blowing like a fan She get to bobbing wit her head Told her use her hands I get emotional on xans Approach us wit them bands I'll never go back to the Spam Folder full of spam and yo lil ho' without her pants I'm focused on the cash Flow steady no damn Rob Van no damn Lone wolf I left my clan She f*ck with the man But her name ain't Roxanne Shit get wicked Blunts get twisted Rollin wit no coaster Peep the dripage We relentless Can't see none below me As above So below I take the high and low ends Rubber-band the bands they grow I chia pet the money Shit get wicked Blunts get twisted Rollin wit no coaster Peep the dripage We relentless Can't see none below me As above So below I take the high and low ends Rubber-band the bands they grow I chia pet the money