riesling & rolling papers

Lyrics

this is why they fuck with me: right after the head, i tell em i gotta leave cause i'm trying to stay sucker-free, they say i'm a dog, well that makes them a fucking flea, and now i understand why their ass is so stuck on me, luckily, i be feeling good in my bucket seats, thug motivation: my coupe cost a buck 03, mind of a hockey player: you could suck a d, i'm a reach my goal and you ain't gon take this puck from me, coco loso in my stanley cup, you could say whatever, just don't bring the family up, who could fuck with me? everybody hand be up, but when we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up, i'm down to earth like gravity, but man we up, women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up, your boy drop jewels, you niggas should ante up, this is food for thought, you bitches fill the pantry up, as i get older, i be looking at what rap breeds: a bunch of tatted up niggas who can rap weed, and i ain't saying i'm exactly what rap needs, i'm just a swagged-out nigga in a rapide, with a 3-year old, that i'm trying to be here for, road to the riches, and my gift is my vehicle, and i ain't even talking about that aston martin, even though i bought that for my birthday, the lines i come up, they pass the margin, yeah, i write my best shit on my worst day, and that's the shit that gets you richer, turn a negative into a positive: get the picture?, people say i changed; it's not me, it's the money, it's the middle of the winter but they got me where it's sunny, and i'm not just being funny, i know no other way, let's just finish up this riesling and roll another j