YSW

Lyrics

[Intro] I would like to say "Thanks, Mr. Ganja." Before I record this track [Verse 1] Smoking weed I know Getting turnt up I know Rolling up everyday, get fucked up Yea vigga I know Pour it up every day every day, me and my dawg, one bottle I drank till my momma, kicked my ass outta home I was like YOLO Second thought, gotta thank her tho She thinks I'm a motherfucking weirdo Out of the cage, out of the cage I flew like a motherfucking eagle There ain't no vigga, there ain't no limit 'Cause I'm gon' break thru it Keep my head up high even when I'm broke Money comes and go like bitches Keep it wicked Young spirit I'm a boss of me Ain't nobody could stand in my bussiness Getting high but still stay present I'm a wild child every momma should be proud of it 'Cause I ain't got no lie and when I loose the track Find my way out, put myself right back, right back Before ya fucking nag Your daughter got swag, independant Your daughter loves you, uncondition Yo daughter keeps it one hundred She ain't got no problem That's why Them vigga talk shit But I don't care Bitch it's my swag, see it's space-wear On the stage hands up every-fucking-where While haters keep sayin' life is so unfair [Chorus] (x3) I'm feeling myself damn it Fuck those haters, I go hard YOLO smoking weed YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed [Verse 2] Few bottles on deck We party like a hoodstar We got white widow up in this bitch So tonight we go hard 2005, ya didn't know me 2017, my name is Kimmese I'm on some new shit, bitch Everything I do, now I do it for me I do it for my fans 'Cause my fans love me My whole team got my back you see I'm the realest vigga in this industry And I don't even act I love Jägger for real You can ask Touliver How many bottles, me and that vigga kill This is how I feel Home-boy, I keep it real My own world is on my hands Focus on my hands, from right to left Right to left You will see one hand is full blunts One hand is full of stones If you got a problem, I feel bad for you son I got 99 probs but weed ain't one But weed ain't one [Chorus] (x3) I'm feeling myself damn it Fuck those haters, I go hard YOLO smoking weed YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed YOLO, YOLO, smoking weed