Lyrics Mystery Machine - KeepitSwain, Forever, Jus MaRx

Mystery Machine

Breaking down grams
Rolling with the fam
Headed to some bands and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
Came with the plan
Jays in my hand
Blowing hella O’s and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
Pay me in advance, bet I make em dance
Playing in the van while I’m smoking on trance
Still riding smooth like some butter in the pan
Dipping with my pimping, liberated black man
Nigga making money, ima money making nigga
Outta clayco, come and holla take a visit
Got impalas and them civics and them honda accords
Encore, give em more then I’m gone out the door
Breaking down grams
Rolling with the fam
Headed to some bands and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
Came with the plan
Jays in my hand
Blowing hella O’s and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
That top 5 chatter don’t matter- I’m high as fuck
Prop the pussy up on a platter then pipe it up
Got 2 bitches scissoring knowing I’m trying to cut
Rolling papers gold;
my crutch is Mitus touch
Marx Swain back up in this bitch again
Heads get to ducking once the doja hit the fame
Smoke this blunt;
have you choking stuck in a cobra’s clutch
See that Mystery Machine?
You already know wasp
Breaking down grams
Rolling with the fam
Headed to some bands and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
Came with the plan
Jays in my hand
Blowing hella O’s and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
Money in my hand, Money in advance
I’m sticking to the plan, you niggas Uncle Sam
Fuck what these haters saying, no games that I’m playing
Now Im high as fuck, can’t land;
I got a bitch in Japan
Fuck my hoes in demand, gotta rockstar bitch, Roxanne
That pussy is toxic, that pussy bring problems
Me and my niggas we up one, yeah them hoes gonna fuck some
Cause they seen you get dough, but I still let these hoes go
Breaking down grams
Rolling with the fam
Headed to some bands and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van
Came with the plan
Jays in my hand
Blowing hella O’s and we smoking out vans
Smoking out the van, yeah we smoking out the van
Killing these shows then we smoking out the van