Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rapper Weed , by - SiR. Release date: 22.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rapper Weed |
| Clear skies, white walls |
| Sunset in my rearview as the night falls |
| Listenin' to old Kanye feelin' like new Kanye (Hey-hey-hey) |
| My life in harmony like two Wanyás (Okay) |
| I shouldn't have to tell you that I been here |
| This is not a gimmick, please don't push me to my limit |
| I be gettin' tired of bein' friendly (Tired of bein' friendly) |
| I go hard until my tank is empty ('Til my tank is empty) |
| I'm not really into competition, no |
| Hatin' me won't ever get you mentioned, oh |
| I stay in my lane, oh, I stay in my lane |
| I be drivin' new terrain but my view never change |
| Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah |
| Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me hand her the whip |
| All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again |
| But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more (Yo, yo, aw man, shit) |
| She keep on askin' me, "Why that blunt still ain't went out?" |
| Uh |
| You lose your patience, say, "Fuck it, just put that shit out" |
| And lately we both ain't been out, been hidin' up in our consciousness |
| Try to tell me, "Be moderate," shit, we boostin' our tolerance, uh |
| Let's smoke the papers, that red-eye fade 'til we know the pages, uh |
| Let's know the matrix that hide the truth, we not in it, face it |
| Runnin' through your days with no steady pace and fool, you racin' |
| To your own demise, we ain't finna make it, I keep on sayin', uh |
| I call, you call, both calls get missed, yeah, uh |
| Won't call you back, I text you pics, yeah, uh |
| I keep the roach, I smoke the tips |
| I hurt my thumb, I burn my lips and shit |
| I need to smoke to be straight, I gotta get me some bands |
| I cop the eighth like every day, borrow that shit from my mans |
| 'Til I forgot to go pay, he told me, "Never again" |
| Now I ain't even gettin' high no more |
| Lil' mama fly as a plane, she got that G5, yeah |
| Thoughts of me droppin' the top, don't make me hand her the whip |
| All we been smokin' is guilt, she 'bout to roll up again |
| But we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more, uh-uh |
| Nah, we ain't even gettin' high no more |