Foamposite Interlude

And I'm in my motherfucking bag, bitch, I'm finna spaz, yuh

High ping, bitch, I lag, I smoke weed and I go dumb

I pull up in old school Jags, I drive foreigns 'cause it's fun

Can't rock purple, fuck that tag, that shit corny, that's for bums

I rock old school Nike, got foams up on my feet

Weatherman on my KD's rock those once a week

On the yacht just like the Navy Seal, I'm hiding by the sea

You can't see me like John Cena, cause I know that you so weak

When I go up, bet I put my whole team on

But I'm tired of giving handouts to them people who won't go hard

And I'm posted with Bartesian and lil fitted at the bar

I just hit the griddy like I found a fuckin' golden Scar

It's the come up, I won't come down soon

I been smoking weed all through the peak, ho I'm so screwed

Going in psychosis, I lay down and I can't move

Bitch, I'm in that stu', tryna rap but my screen blue, yeah, yeah

(Yeah, smokedope)

Yeah, mmm

We love smokedope