Oak - Kurt Stewart & Kindbrew

Yeah i know you smell it Break it down roll it up Then inhale it hit it twice I bet you choke i told you My smoke ain't no joke my Flow at grant yeah it had a Stroke getting moneys the Antidote pray for it it might Need the pope my palms Itching like poison oak I'm sprinting to the money Get rich you a slow poke you Little bitch check me out i'm Wildin out i'm off the top Rope little bitch topshelf dibiase I'm the champ where my belt Little bitch remember don't be a Hoe like rico gotta be more like Mitch stuff my cone with cookies Take sniff and light it up with a Bic hit the booth with a deja blue My mouth get dry when i spit Favorite day of week is thursday That's when that deposit hit this Rappin that i do is part time spend That little money on a fit them throw Back dope boys hear this when they See me they tell me its krit this the Type of shit they bang In the kitchen Cooking them bricks stick up boys They bang this when they riding Around looking for licks Strippers bop this in the club when They hit the pole get you to trick Baddie lil waist with the fatty pretty Lips with the long hair and she might Call you zaddy she spoiled as fuck and She get what she want if you get to Know her she aggy oh her and Benjamin Franklin yeah they go together Like the weed man and baggies Yeah i know you smell it Break it down roll it up Then inhale it hit it twice I bet you choke i told you My smoke ain't no joke my Flow at grant yeah it had a Stroke getting moneys the Only antidote pray for it It might need the pope my Palms itching like poison oak I'm an ohio boy like lebron james In the bubble no playing games Slashing prices like crazy eddie on Ear dope i'm insane gas i'm Blowing on is super strong i'm Talking Propane your ear get A whiff of this my nigga you'll get Addicted this cocaine i started off Real ashy now look at me i'm classy Yo rip to Nasty my Chick Sexy like cassie you new rap Niggas better stay in your lane Its gonna be hard to pass me ima Keep on grinding ima keep on Shining now look you can not Catch me see topshelf and young dza Like raekwon and the rza where your Manners at lil nigga when you see Me address me as mister topshelf go Get your sister this more painful Than blisters ima keep on dropping Singles till my bank account get Richer this that Marijuana infused Music hate on me and she'll still Choose it topshelf he top rank i'm Vip at my bank ima need a section For me andrew and ben frank bad Bitches with the bottle service aint Nothing less what the fuck you think Yeah i know you smell it Break it down roll it up Then inhale it hit it twice I bet you choke i told you My smoke ain't no joke my Flow at grant yeah it had a Stroke getting moneys the Only antidote pray for it It might need the pope my Palms itching like poison oak Yeah yeah yeah yeah Topshelf bitch this That 2020 pandemic flow

Headed out West on a South Texas highway Well I left her crying in the parking lot Yeah well she left me, but I still had it my way Knowing damn well that we never had a shot She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done I guess I could of loved her for the most part Now I think it's about time to cut and run Cut and run, time to cut and run Guess I was way to wild, compared to boys she's been around Trying to keep up with the ones she couldn't catch Cause I'm still a rambling man, and I do the best I can To try and settle down, but that scares me half to death She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done I guess I could of loved her for the most part Now I think it's about time to cut and run Cut and run, time to cut and run Well maybe she was the one, maybe I jumped the gun But I'm up and gone, I ain't turning back around She'll find a better man, who don't break hearts the way I can If she could say one thing to me, I know how it'd sound She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done I guess I could of loved her for the most part Now I think it's about time to cut and run She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Cause I know she loved it when I made her mad I guess I could loved her for the most part Now that I think about it, I guess it's kind of sad