OFP Cycles

What? Yeah Worried bout a hater? Not me Turn to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face Give a fuck with a bitch, nigga say Everything about me Rollin, pocket swollen Ridin' in it like a stolen Weed it, hella conceded If it ain't bout money, nigga I don't need it Got a hundred grand in my ass tray Spent a hundred K on a bad day And I'm tatted like a cholo, nigga act crazy My dawgs go loco Cush got me movin' slow mo With my nigga problem, that's my bro Came in through the fact, though Ten mil this year, won a lo-lo And I'm still smokin' pre-roll Cris-dow, d Not me Turn to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face Give a fuck with a bitch, nigga Yeah, you need to pull that shit back out Be easier to scrape, bo Everything about me Thank shit, me Why? Problem come with the mo's You can make a choke up That's the eight, I got eight more Super duper high, 88 floor Unzip this, that's eight more Fuck a pussy, fuck a pussy We gon' live forever, fuck dying Get it till I drop, fuck trying Pedal to the metal, we flyin' in the fast lane Yelling for me Worried bout a hater? Not me Turn to the max, no sleep Smoked a hundred joints to the face Give a fuck with a bitch, nigga Say everything about me