ehhhhhhh
jy ken ons always mal my broer
ons almal raak crazy met a puffy of hoe?
and now we got the whole club goin crazy
crazaaay! crazaaaay! crazaaaaaay!
(Gurd Grill)
Grew up in the hood back den was amazing
now days change all my friends kinda crazy
drink more bottles and they like hot models
raised in the hood now im a role model
so, listen close
this how i'm about to show
Savannah and kapana got a brother on the low
when i move im about the cake
hustle in another state, and my homie
callous still bumping on my tape, wait
awake everyday till the morning
we so good and we just in the zone and
bout to get wasted and we order more shots
and we sipping so hard i know the party wont stop
i can take you anywhere if you want too, i come thru
green on the table so we sky view, thats true
and we live it to the max no lie
stand up strong while you puffin on the lie
(hook)x2
(callous)
from january to july, all i do is stay high
in the corner with my stoners
to many bright lights for a homie to be sober
popping callous till the summer, shout out to
my lovely mamma,yo baby boy is all grown no
more stupid drama,in the city with my team
hustle for the ching-ching
steady chasing on my dreams,with a cup in my
hand and the mic on the stand
i got big plans, i'ma take you back home
in December we gon ball, at the club
im rocking black and white like dominoes
with my eyes on the low see me from a distance
im untouchable the type of dude that you can tell
from my attitude, self explanatory, late night with
the homies never getting boring,
popping mad bottles, with a couple bad girls
we just met em at the scene,
prolly celebrate to the life that we've seen