Haze Pack

Lyrics

Yeah, i take the paper out the bible and i blaze up These is P's yall better getcha weight up I'm in the telly smoking, eating with the shades up With this pretty young jaw named Daija Now i don't like her but i treat her like i need her And i wear black Nikes and Supreme wife beaters Riding 'round the cut like we the fucking leaders And i don't do limos but i do two seaters Dark shit that be drowning through thе speakers And therе's dopehead bitches and some crystal meth tweakers Now i don't know her but i really wanna meet her 5'10" tall with them pretty girl features Rolling on a L, same shit i rolled when i came back from hell People lost hope, but they wishing they was well Sound of the bells, draped in all black, I'm Hil Are you a lone pretty babe? Laid back, smoking on my haze pack Are you alone today? Laid back, s-smoking on my haze pack I be a lone pretty babe Bet you motherfuckers hit that, well i don't waste that Til the day I'm lying in my grave Laid back, smoking on my haze pack She put a razor to her wrist, and she bleeds out I inhale from the L, and i breathe out Man this shit here will blow your fucking knees out Take a second recollect, put the trees out I walk like i'm hurt with a slow stride You could smell the fucking perc when i breeze by Andre (?) in my levis Ain't no one out there like these guys This is Nostra, half a P, stay stoned We getting closer, i believe they gone That day she was standing by the payphone Waiting for the drugs but the dude look a day long, uh I'm from the north side of Slickville I get a rush from the pain pills Bitches call me Cobain still But i'm ill i remain Hil Are you a lone (?) babe? Laid back, smoking on my haze pack Are you alone today? Laid back, s-smoking on my haze pack I be a lone (?) babe Bet you motherfuckers hit that, well i don't waste that Til the day I'm lying in my grave Laid back, smoking on my haze pack