Tor1n - 3anahaf Lyrics

Live from a shroom trip
I'm smoking moon rocks
I'm in a crater with this moon bitch
Dawg I'm fresh up off the baggage claim
Pine Green 1's I been on flights before I boarded planes
I promise you niggas don't want it
Check my track record, I run laps around opponents
I promise you niggas don't want it
Herschel bag with my bong in it
On my way to see this freaky bitch
She thick and long-winded
YSL cologne is strong scented
This that God bidness
This that king shit, that flow that make em say
You authentic
Rasta dread head, don't touch my locs
Unless you got permission
And bitch yo vibe is not permitted
The hottest shit is what they talking when they see me
My drip stay on repeat
Shut the fuck up when I'm speaking (Speaking)
I just left a muthafuckin' meeting (Meeting)
I told em to choke on a dick, I do not do no freebies (Uhh)
Suited for the bread, bank account is like a 3 piece (Uh, Uh)
Smoking out the crib, chimney lookin' like teepee
It's in the walk, it's in the talk, it's in the name
Bitch I crossed the burning sands without
No muthafuckin' rain, yeah
Just copped an ounce, I got the bounce
This shit is flames
I was born in the boot bitch
All I know is mud and rain
Alright
Trippin' off a 8th of shrooms
Where the drugs gone take me too
Running through the streets
I guess the seeds I planted finally grew
Stepping like a giant
Just my presence set off sirens
Whole team smell like money
We the reason bitches wildin'
She wanna family, I want silence
I woke up and chose violence
Broke clock, my shit is timeless
Dilated iris, Pilot talk through my eyelids
Dilated iris, Pilot talk through my eyelids
Dilated iris, Pilot talk through my eyelids

Live from a shroom trip
I'm smoking moon rocks
I'm in a crater with this moon bitch
Dawg I'm fresh up off the baggage claim
Pine Green 1's I been on flights before I boarded planes
I promise you niggas don't want it
Check my track record, I run laps around opponents
I promise you niggas don't want it
Herschel bag with my bong in it
On my way to see this freaky bitch
She thick and long-winded
YSL cologne is strong scented
This that God bidness
This that king shit, that flow that make em say
You authentic
Rasta dread head, don't touch my locs
Unless you got permission
And bitch yo vibe is not permitted
The hottest shit is what they talking when they see me
My drip stay on repeat
Shut the fuck up when I'm speaking (Speaking)
I just left a muthafuckin' meeting (Meeting)
I told em to choke on a dick, I do not do no freebies (Uhh)
Suited for the bread, bank account is like a 3 piece (Uh, Uh)
Smoking out the crib, chimney lookin' like teepee
It's in the walk, it's in the talk, it's in the name
Bitch I crossed the burning sands without
No muthafuckin' rain, yeah
Just copped an ounce, I got the bounce
This shit is flames
I was born in the boot bitch
All I know is mud and rain
Alright
Trippin' off a 8th of shrooms
Where the drugs gone take me too
Running through the streets
I guess the seeds I planted finally grew
Stepping like a giant
Just my presence set off sirens
Whole team smell like money
We the reason bitches wildin'
She wanna family, I want silence
I woke up and chose violence
Broke clock, my shit is timeless
Dilated iris, Pilot talk through my eyelids
Dilated iris, Pilot talk through my eyelids
Dilated iris, Pilot talk through my eyelids