Oxean, Bandit Kay - Sweet Aromatic Lyrics

I smoke sweet aromatic
Bussin out five out the packet
Didn't fuck your hoe she was rachet
Put her ass in the box
If the bitch get rowdy
Still move like a ghost
When a nigga get rich
Work so hard
Like bro do you lift
Push so much weight
Thought the trap was a gym
Tear up the block
In a foreign whatever
When she hop in the ride
It's no basic thing
Drop the top on the Porsche
Crash that bitch it's whatever
Think I need a new hobby
I can change it where ever
Flip a switch in this bitch
It's a turnup where ever
Got the gas and a mask
We ain't catching corona
He sneeze and we squeeze
Nigga thought he was sick
Can't even move wrong
Can't lack in this bitch
Clip like my arm
When am swiping his bitch
Your bitch was gone
When she hopped in the whip
Ghost in the whip
I ain't talking bout tint
Real gas in the bitch
First, toke and it hit
Been on the streets
Since I was like six
I got me a Mac
And extended the clip
No reload
I'm shooting my shots
No free throw
I'm here with my dawg
No bingo
I want all this green
No C-Low
Smoke backwoods
Not frontos
Sweet aromatic
With a new automatic
If he want static
I'm letting him have it
A nigga ain't passive
New clip and it's massive
Bust shots at your glasses
Don't care if u passing
Lil nigga I'm taxing
The price is your life
I might take yo wife
Then give her back right
Smoke straight gas
Get higher than kites
Mess with my vibe
I swear I'm a fight
Bottles of henny
A couple of remy
I'm drunk in this bitch
But my hand still steady
Make it rain like confetti
Got a rider like letti
Count bandz in the tele
While lil mama neck me
I emptied the zip so
I fly to the six
Copped me some pounds
Told my plug I'm in town
Brought it to the crib
Then scaled that bitch out
Serving them junkies
In cash I'm a drown
Trapping so hard
Like it was a sport
My turn to shine
Just give me the torch
Cop me a foreign
Just got me a Porsche
Young street nigga
I came from the north
Trapping so hard
Like it was a sport
My turn to shine
Just give me the torch
Cop me a foreign
Just got me a Porsche
Young street nigga
I came from the north
I smoke sweet aromatic
Bussin out five out the packet
Didn't fuck your hoe she was rachet
Put her ass in the box
If the bitch get rowdy
Still move like a ghost
When a nigga get rich
Work so hard
Like bro do you lift
Push so much weight
Thought the trap was a gym
Tear up the block
In a foreign whatever
When she hop in the ride
It's no basic thing
Drop the top on the Porsche
Crash that bitch it's whatever
Think I need a new hobby
I can change it where ever
Flip a switch in this bitch
It's a turnup where ever
Got the gas and a mask
We ain't catching corona
He sneeze and we squeeze
Nigga thought he was sick
Can't even move wrong
Can't lack in this bitch
Clip like my arm
When am swiping his bitch
Your bitch was gone
When she hopped in the whip

I smoke sweet aromatic
Bussin out five out the packet
Didn't fuck your hoe she was rachet
Put her ass in the box
If the bitch get rowdy
Still move like a ghost
When a nigga get rich
Work so hard
Like bro do you lift
Push so much weight
Thought the trap was a gym
Tear up the block
In a foreign whatever
When she hop in the ride
It's no basic thing
Drop the top on the Porsche
Crash that bitch it's whatever
Think I need a new hobby
I can change it where ever
Flip a switch in this bitch
It's a turnup where ever
Got the gas and a mask
We ain't catching corona
He sneeze and we squeeze
Nigga thought he was sick
Can't even move wrong
Can't lack in this bitch
Clip like my arm
When am swiping his bitch
Your bitch was gone
When she hopped in the whip
Ghost in the whip
I ain't talking bout tint
Real gas in the bitch
First, toke and it hit
Been on the streets
Since I was like six
I got me a Mac
And extended the clip
No reload
I'm shooting my shots
No free throw
I'm here with my dawg
No bingo
I want all this green
No C-Low
Smoke backwoods
Not frontos
Sweet aromatic
With a new automatic
If he want static
I'm letting him have it
A nigga ain't passive
New clip and it's massive
Bust shots at your glasses
Don't care if u passing
Lil nigga I'm taxing
The price is your life
I might take yo wife
Then give her back right
Smoke straight gas
Get higher than kites
Mess with my vibe
I swear I'm a fight
Bottles of henny
A couple of remy
I'm drunk in this bitch
But my hand still steady
Make it rain like confetti
Got a rider like letti
Count bandz in the tele
While lil mama neck me
I emptied the zip so
I fly to the six
Copped me some pounds
Told my plug I'm in town
Brought it to the crib
Then scaled that bitch out
Serving them junkies
In cash I'm a drown
Trapping so hard
Like it was a sport
My turn to shine
Just give me the torch
Cop me a foreign
Just got me a Porsche
Young street nigga
I came from the north
Trapping so hard
Like it was a sport
My turn to shine
Just give me the torch
Cop me a foreign
Just got me a Porsche
Young street nigga
I came from the north
I smoke sweet aromatic
Bussin out five out the packet
Didn't fuck your hoe she was rachet
Put her ass in the box
If the bitch get rowdy
Still move like a ghost
When a nigga get rich
Work so hard
Like bro do you lift
Push so much weight
Thought the trap was a gym
Tear up the block
In a foreign whatever
When she hop in the ride
It's no basic thing
Drop the top on the Porsche
Crash that bitch it's whatever
Think I need a new hobby
I can change it where ever
Flip a switch in this bitch
It's a turnup where ever
Got the gas and a mask
We ain't catching corona
He sneeze and we squeeze
Nigga thought he was sick
Can't even move wrong
Can't lack in this bitch
Clip like my arm
When am swiping his bitch
Your bitch was gone
When she hopped in the whip