Leana Horns lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Twist Backwoods and blow Dutchies, smoke luxury
n*gga flow been ugly, since [?]
n*ggas can't f*ck with me, damn near made Rugby
Backtrack if your memory's fuzzy
Hate it or love me, I'm hot, rollin' back the [?]
He pass the pot, smoke grass a lot
Seen good energy, good vibes and
Whether in the hood or on a good island
Everybody raps, everybody wilin'
Smooth roads never made good drivers
Clear skies never made good pilots
Smoke DZA, n*gga, only one and I'm him
Big n*gga with the Stans on
KushedGodzilla, crush everything my hand's on
Pillow talkin', give that n*gga some tampons
This real sh*t, real for 'em

[Verse 2]
Tax free
Dark drink, a [?] and Jack D
Johnny Walker, only sippin' if it's Blue Label
All my n*ggas is toastin', we at the cool table
Out of town rates
Music or the drugs, you know I'm around bass
Templates, no I do those cars
The black Jeep mean but the 2 door hard
Still sellin' all this [?], God
I just caught a flight, had to serve Bruno Mars
I stay clean
Sick of [?] some shades, I'm James Dean
If I'm eatin', we eatin', the same team
I got chinky eyed b*tches that model from Beijing
Drug dealer, I was born that
Stay around keys and drums, now where my horns at?
[Verse 3]
Cohiba in my ash tray
Ridin' shotgun is my Cuban
She only here on the visa though
I told her to tell the feds she a student
It's only right cause she give me brain
She love a fly n*gga so I dress plain
I could f*ck around and fly into the towers
Started off on 50 cent, now I got power
Now I got powder, heron and sour
Plus the MAC-11 for these mothaf*ckin' cowards
Young shortstop, look they're runnin' to the base
If you f*ck my money up you get a gun up in your face
The beat knockin', streets watchin'
And my block forever hot, ain't no heat droppin'
It's get money or die, ain't no three options
You're b*tch'll get my n*ggas off, she like 3 c*ck, Lins Lo