Peaches And Bottles
"Uh, uhm, so what I keep 'em rolled up
Saggin' my pants, not caring what I show
Keep it real with my niggas
Keep it player for these hoes
It look clean don't it
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501 jeans on it
Roll joints bigger than king Kong's fingers
And smoke them hoes down 'til stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day
I'm with your bitch smoking grade A
You know what
It's like I'm seventeen again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin', on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
Oh my God, I'm on the chase, Chevy
It's gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it
Dippin' away, time keeps slippin' away