Letra de 2easy 2ounces
Yeah, yeah yeah
Turn me up, Kino
Turn me up, Kino
Huh
Shit ain't easy, this how I make it look
Fifteen foot, a sky hook, high percentage shots
Nine out of ten they drop, SL 600 bendin' blocks
Factory Bose system, let it spin The Lox
Fake 'em out, I pretend to stop, they think they got a chance
Not, I step on the gas, hop, mash out
Stash house, invite somethin' bad 'round
She in here ass-out frying hash browns
Cool nigga, always happy, but I got mad styles
And killers mumbling indistinctly in the background
Stand down
Everything we wished for his here now
Rollin' up, lightin' up, like a camp ground
Ain't worry'bout the past, just here and now
They ain't smoke, but it's smoke in the air now
If I want it, tell 'em, “go, bring it here now”
We just met, so I won't show you where I live
Roll a doobie up and take you on a mission
Number one, it's not a lot of competition
But to my left and my right I see real ones
What, my ashtray fillin' up
My son bigger than he was a few weeks ago
Daughter doin' new shit ever month, keep them bongs clean
Who the fuck told y'all a few weeks was enough?
Out of town trips, don't pack as much, you ain't pack enough
Car from the '60s, gotta lift it when I back it up
Last year was cool, but I feel like I ain't rap enough
But it's chill though, I got Chrome on, learned how to record my own songs
Legendary bars, the influence ours
She wanna watch Belly while she look at the stars
When Keisha gettin' smashed, that's her favorite part
Make another album, they gon' say it’s art
Post another fit pic, they gon' say it's hard
Smokin' weed in Vegas top floor instead of playing cards
Supposed to be at club, but we crackin' jokes
How the fuck we out the country with a pound of smoke?
Take a boat to the boat, it's if-you-know-you-know
We don't RSVP, let us behind the rope
Let me light up some smoke, jewelry blind 'em
Doors suicidal, Jets Taylor Gang all 'round the world
Everything we wished for his here now
Rollin' up, lightin' up, like a camp ground
Ain't worrying 'bout the past, just here and now
They ain't smoke, but it's smoke in the air now
If I want it, tell 'em, “go, bring it here now”
We just met, so I won't show you where I live
Roll a doobie up and take you on a mission
Number one, it's not a lot of competition
But to my left and my right I see real ones
Huh
Shit ain't easy, this how I make it look
Fifteen foot, a sky hook, high percentage shots
Nine out of ten they drop, SL 600 bendin' blocks
Factory Bose system, let it spin The Lox
Fake 'em out, I pretend to stop, they think they got a chance
Not, I step on the gas, hop, mash out
Stash house, invite somethin' bad 'round
Shit ain't easy, this how I make it look
Huh
Shit ain't easy, this how I make it look
Fifteen foot, a sky hook, high percentage shots
Nine out of ten they drop, SL 600 bendin' blocks
Factory Bose system, let it spin The Lox
Fake 'em out, I pretend to stop, they think they got a chance
Not, I step on the gas, hop, mash out
Stash house, invite somethin' bad 'round
She in here ass-out frying hash browns
Cool nigga, always happy, but I got mad styles
And killers mumbling indistinctly in the background
Stand down
Everything we wished for his here now
Rollin' up, lightin' up, like a camp ground
Ain't worry'bout the past, just here and now
They ain't smoke, but it's smoke in the air now
If I want it, tell 'em, “go, bring it here now”
We just met, so I won't show you where I live
Roll a doobie up and take you on a mission
Number one, it's not a lot of competition
But to my left and my right I see real ones
What, my ashtray fillin' up
My son bigger than he was a few weeks ago
Daughter doin' new shit ever month, keep them bongs clean
Who the fuck told y'all a few weeks was enough?
Out of town trips, don't pack as much, you ain't pack enough
Car from the '60s, gotta lift it when I back it up
Last year was cool, but I feel like I ain't rap enough
But it's chill though, I got Chrome on, learned how to record my own songs
Legendary bars, the influence ours
She wanna watch Belly while she look at the stars
When Keisha gettin' smashed, that's her favorite part
Make another album, they gon' say it’s art
Post another fit pic, they gon' say it's hard
Smokin' weed in Vegas top floor instead of playing cards
Supposed to be at club, but we crackin' jokes
How the fuck we out the country with a pound of smoke?
Take a boat to the boat, it's if-you-know-you-know
We don't RSVP, let us behind the rope
Let me light up some smoke, jewelry blind 'em
Doors suicidal, Jets Taylor Gang all 'round the world
Everything we wished for his here now
Rollin' up, lightin' up, like a camp ground
Ain't worrying 'bout the past, just here and now
They ain't smoke, but it's smoke in the air now
If I want it, tell 'em, “go, bring it here now”
We just met, so I won't show you where I live
Roll a doobie up and take you on a mission
Number one, it's not a lot of competition
But to my left and my right I see real ones
Huh
Shit ain't easy, this how I make it look
Fifteen foot, a sky hook, high percentage shots
Nine out of ten they drop, SL 600 bendin' blocks
Factory Bose system, let it spin The Lox
Fake 'em out, I pretend to stop, they think they got a chance
Not, I step on the gas, hop, mash out
Stash house, invite somethin' bad 'round
Shit ain't easy, this how I make it look
Huh
