Lerki - Sweet Releaf (feat. 4ozGil) Lyrics

You look pretty today, Carol
Thanks. It's probably just the dress and the makeup
Oh, now that I look closer, yeah, I think that's what it is, too
This shit too easy, man

Yeah, I just ran up 300 bands
Pull that strap out and make them do the runnin', man
Where you at? I'm just busy pack runnin', man
Pockets fat, had to grind for three summers, man

Too much Wock, hurt my goddamn stomach, man
Got some top, sent her home, then she blocked again
Got a bitch, and she bad, but I want her, friend
All those jos in the air, shit will never happen

Throw your jos up in the air
Say it hurt my lungs, motherf*cker, I don't care
Got a bad bitch, and I'm pullin' on her hair
Motion comin' easy, feelin' trappin' isn't fair

Want smoke with me? Got snipers on the roof with the opticals
Shootin' you in order, no chronological
Know, I'm gon' f*ck yo' bitch if she let me
Doin' hella lines with strippers on the jet ski

Yeah, on the jet ski
Pulled up, scorin' goals like I'm Gretzky
Bout to skate on this opp, pass the tech, please
Heard the cops got a warrant to arrest me

Yeah, they some f*ckin' hoes
I just pulled up smokin' on that damn jos
Got thirteen hoes with no damn clothes
Bitch crazy, did thirteen lines of coke

One, two, three, four, five packs, f*ckin' gone
Thirty racks came in from a damn flip phone
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, I'ma get you bent
I'ma slide around that corner in a f*ckin' benz

Like Kanye, bitch, I'm wildin' off these f*ckin' meds
When I slide in that coupe, I be turnin' heads
I'ma slide on that bitch, then I f*ck a friend
Once I get the money, I'm gone, won't see me again

Won't see me again
No, I walk in with the jos and it got me in my mode
And I'm leavin' with your hoes, I might put them on my boat
What I call my Hellcat, it's a wide body, slidin' round town

Know that shit all red, but the leather is brown
Yup, with the queen up in Buckingham
Survived the first shot, stood up and got f*ckin' struck again
Opp missed the first shot, now he need a mulligan

After that last bitch, I can never cuff again
I just ran out of jos, so I'm hittin' releaf
Step on that pussy, if he ran up on me, think his shit sweet
Rick Owen, Rick Owen, Rick Owen, I got it on

Had to tell the bitch to leave me alone, I'm tryna make a song
Hit him with that two-three, LeBron, bitch, where's my crown
I'ma take the summer off, just so I can sell some pounds
I'ma take the muffler off, just to hear how it sounds

Know we comin' through, we got hella rounds
Motherf*cker, play with the wrong business
Bitch, I'm in Jos mode, man
I told y'all once before, don't f*ckin' play

And this is f*ckin' Jos enterprise
God damn it