St Patricks Day

Lyrics

[Chorus: Kap G] I made a lot today Lotta green, like it's St. Patrick's Day My wrist, that's that carot cake I got me twins like it's Mari-Kate Put 'em to bed like J. Holliday My old bitches all got the sad face Luie and Gucci acompany Double cup, I'm bout to hybernate I jump out the Coupe, and I got me a new bitch Took off the brain, now that bitch is so stupid Smoking on flowers, I'm all in the tulips The lean got me leanin, just off of 2 sips [Verse 1: Kap G] Feeling kinda proper [?] I might hit the oppa [?] on, call me big pappa [?] [?] They got [?] I might hit up Capo She ain't fucking [?] Eyes on the bush, like I'm from Ohio Tryna ride the wave, I don't do the title Went from picking bottles to poppin bottles I got the big like I'm [?] Strong like [?] the hate just motivating Always smoke my blunts in case you try to lace them Hundred on the Dash, riding with Stacy Baby you a star, just like Macy [?] [?] My girl [?] [?] [?] look like Rihanna Candy paint Rari, [?] Say I get money, I ain't getting [?] Cermit The Frog, I'm sippin tea on her [?] Don't leave your girl, trust me Imma be on her Kap G! [Chorus: Kap G & Paul Wall] I made a lot today Lotta green, like it's St. Patrick's Day My wrist, that's that carot cake I got me twins like it's Mari-Kate Put 'em to bed like J. Holliday My old bitches all got the sad face Luie and Gucci acompany Double cup, I'm bout to hybernate I jump out the Coupe, and I got me a new bitch Took off the brain, now that bitch is so stupid Smoking on flowers, I'm all in the tulips The lean got me leanin, just off of 2 sips Paul Wall Slab God 2 cups [Verse 2: Paul Wall] First off, we ain't smoking on the same Kush I'm rolling up the Sattalight OG It's from the west coast, but I'm in the 3rd coast, pouring up a PT, rolling up a whole P Long as the drank ain't spillin, I'm chillin Big paper stacked up, cause the grind hard Andre Johnson, hall of fame for them yards Never froad, [?] to the wall Grind all night, grind all day No time for a romance, no way I'd rather put [?] on a 6 tray Your bitch wanna ride with me, she gotta pay I'm from the H Town, the home of the come down I made a whole lotta green on the greyhound On the way to A Town, 10 toes down 10 catolacs flying [?] Who in the fuck? Who in the fuck knocked over my cup? Ho, gon square up Bout to smoke and po up this good till it's [?] And afer the trap, back to the [?] Getting straight to the [?] no [?] Me and your girl just fucked, I ain't date that Never drive [?] why I hate that [?] Paul Wall [Chorus: Kap G] I made a lot today Lotta green, like it's St. Patrick's Day My wrist, that's that carot cake I got me twins like it's Mari-Kate Put 'em to bed like J. Holliday My old bitches all got the sad face Luie and Gucci acompany Double cup, I'm bout to hybernate I jump out the Coupe, and I got me a new bitch Took off the brain, now that bitch is so stupid Smoking on flowers, I'm all in the tulips The lean got me leanin, just off of 2 sips