BlackWidow

(álbum: UNDERWORLD - 2018)

Ay, we rolling, rolling, roll
We rolling, rolling, roll
We smoking, smoking, smoke
We smoking, smoking, smoke

Black blunts, gathered grass wrapped in backwoods
Bands up, we smoke packs by the handful
Act tough, say y'all bust like some canned goods
Flash floods, stay inside when the rain comes
Make what I make in one day you take months
Fake fuck, bitch, that ain't yo whip, you can't stunt
Lame stuff, don't get laced up with laced blunts
Say something, you might get traced up with white chalk
Quite dark, it ain't safe on the side yard
Might walk down to the woods let the woods spark
Try-hards, y'all ain't hood, y'all got good parks
Might harm, take that arm if you reach far
These days, seem weak hey, seems the scene's changed
Sweepstakes for leaf rakes, 'cause these hoes these crazy
Don't rap 'bout no straps if you roleplay
Y'all actors act up in the wrong lanes
Hot meals on these streets, bitch, we serve fades
Chiefing on this weed, we feel no pain
Real g's might keep heat, I just bring blades'
Can't ride, can't play sides swerving both lanes
Black night, camouflage put your boots on
Hack knife, cut half off like some coupons
Slack twice, y'all gone fold like some futons
Black, white, don't think twice, pussy, move on
Weed stretch likes two weeks, if I need some
Keep left, when I write, fuck what you on
We stress, we suggest keep your cool, son
Deep breaths, one wrong step then your crew gone

Rolling, rolling, roll
We rolling, rolling, roll
We smoking, smoking, smoke
We smoking, smoking, ay
We rolling, rolling, roll
We rolling, rolling, roll
We smoking, smoking, smoke
We smoking, smoking, smoke
We rolling, rolling, roll
We rolling, rolling, roll
We smoking, smoking, smoke
We smoking, smoking, smoke