Cashwitus Pooh, Heroic - Bohemian Grove Lyrics

We're now tuned in live
To Trap Gang Radio
We are back with your host Heroic
(Chea, Chea)
Roll your blunts grab your drinks
(Swear this feel like the Bohemian Grove)
Ladies and gentlemen
We are now tuned into
Trap Gang
(Swear this feel like the Bohemian Grove)
(Uh huh, Uh uh)
Floating through your airways
Is the one and only
(Swear this feel like the Bohemian Grove)
Cashwitus Pooh
Make these bitches wet
And these niggas jealous

I got you
They say its something bout his car
The diamonds thats on his arm
(Thats right)
That make these bitches wet to they panties
Or maybe cause the gold thats on his neck
Making all of these niggas jealous so much gold
Im starting to look like a grammy
I be shining like i'm Armor Raw
They pray to me like if i'm Ramadan
Cause the walls spin and its four floors to the
Car garage Nah i'm just kidding I ain't that
Rich yet but i'm setting goals so nigga what you expect
I gotta have it when it get it
(Whoa)
You'll be thinking a hobbit done did magic
Pulling wonds out of his jacket with
Top hats filled with rabbits I know
(Oh)
Y'all niggas never wanted to see me flourish
And accomplish the things in what I started
But ima win regardless
(Whoa)
The type of life I live y'all can't afford it
I need that old school Benz with the phone inside it
Connector cordless we ain't talking money then
What we talking if money ain't the conversation
My phone call gone detect a shortage
(Whoa)

So come on get high with me
Put your El up to the sky with me
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove
(Trap Gang)
Throw on your good shit get fly with me
Lets get some money come and drive with me
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove
In my passenger is a dime with me
Shit only tens come and ride with me
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove
The bohemian grove
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove

Yerr
They said its something bout his waves
The way that them bitches spin
Something about his pockets the way
That that nigga spend see hoes prefer
Shopping I prefer dropping bags off
Like valet when whip hopping you
Window shop I walk in and i'm still copping
Forty below timbs buss down the fit ostrich
Fly nigga i'm more wealthy than Tim Hopkins
LV on the belt with a LV where the socks is
Track 2 balenciagas they fit proper
Sitting down at the table with steak shrimp
And the lobster see I eat well this how you
Eat when you pitch sells jump inside the
Trap late night swims with fish scale I'm
Self paid look at me you know I flip well
I learned it from the older heads in the trap
From brick sells you ain't never met no
Youngin thats like muah thats why your
Eyes big get a good look at a don
Ah

So come on get high with me
Put your El up to the sky with me
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove
(Trap Gang)
Throw on your good shit get fly with me
Lets get some money come and drive with me
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove
In my passenger is a dime with me
Shit only tens come and ride with me
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove
The bohemian grove
Swear this feel like the bohemian grove