CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Just like bruddas remix
Chewing on bars, so they call you a ?
A-all I see is stars, on a plane going to fairyland
I just called my grandma and she said "you're so American"
At the Safe house, in the studio aquarium
Blood on the money count it up and then I purify it
I got blood painted nails, I was up and then got crucified
Pockets getting fat on my jeans like that Buddha guy
O-once upon a time in the cut, I got super high
Truth to the matter, there's no truth to the patterns
I got boots on my feet, o-on the bottom they got rubber
I got xans on me and they taste like cuc*mbers
I got blood on my T-Shirt, just like my bruddas
Smokin white runtz and I feel like Jack Skеleton
Different kind of vibеs, I got different colored medicine
Smoking on sedatives, I'm in my element
I'm not tryna kick it with you, you're tryna benefit
Or you're just in it for the hell of it
I love all my hoes, jk lol
f**k all of my hoes, you don't believe in fairy tale
Pills from the east, my bro just got 'em from the mail
All these gadgets on me and I love them so much
I pull out a pill, and I chew it like it's gum
The sad part about is it's not really fun
You say that it is [?] but the truth is it's not that fun
You're out of line, that's not a four leaf clover
Noddin' off behind the wheel, bro, pull over
Move with the grass, I say f**k a lawn mower
I got sh*t to do but I'ma call Kenzzi and sleep over
Two seater coupe, caught your mans in the trap
Goons in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers
Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
They held it down for me when I was down bad
That's my blood
A-all I see is stars, on a plane going to fairyland
I just called my grandma and she said "you're so American"
At the Safe house, in the studio aquarium
Blood on the money count it up and then I purify it
I got blood painted nails, I was up and then got crucified
Pockets getting fat on my jeans like that Buddha guy
O-once upon a time in the cut, I got super high
Truth to the matter, there's no truth to the patterns
I got boots on my feet, o-on the bottom they got rubber
I got xans on me and they taste like cuc*mbers
I got blood on my T-Shirt, just like my bruddas
Smokin white runtz and I feel like Jack Skеleton
Different kind of vibеs, I got different colored medicine
Smoking on sedatives, I'm in my element
I'm not tryna kick it with you, you're tryna benefit
Or you're just in it for the hell of it
I love all my hoes, jk lol
f**k all of my hoes, you don't believe in fairy tale
Pills from the east, my bro just got 'em from the mail
All these gadgets on me and I love them so much
I pull out a pill, and I chew it like it's gum
The sad part about is it's not really fun
You say that it is [?] but the truth is it's not that fun
You're out of line, that's not a four leaf clover
Noddin' off behind the wheel, bro, pull over
Move with the grass, I say f**k a lawn mower
I got sh*t to do but I'ma call Kenzzi and sleep over
Two seater coupe, caught your mans in the trap
Goons in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers
Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
They held it down for me when I was down bad
That's my blood
