Filthy Jazz - Vi$ion lyrics

Filthy Motherf**er [Verse 1] I stay up on that late Nintendo, racing Mario, blazing indo The lighter from the kitchen with the trigger and the stick Close, my windows, neighbors be all up in my sh** Plus my parents on vacation in Vegas, how sick is this Text me back b**h, I want you to come visit And get to know my disick, our f**ing be so rhythmic Let's meet a Love Jones, I'm here to rub tones Then I need two bucks cause I gotta catch the bus home Another day dialing, dialing up these numbers Trynna sell that f**ing hash, cheese Look fresh out the a**, cheeks n***as' b**hes ask me "Don't you think you moving too fast, sh**?" It's no speed limit on the road to cash And a n***a flooring it Still drinking, Florida That's gon be the color of my foreign whip So I'm with my brothers The 4's, we blunted Wrapping hoes to f** us even if we had a studder [Verse 2] Aww f**ing yeah s** it Give me head in the ride Then I'mma need a ride b**h I'm high , but I can't... Over here, make this right I text my moms that I love her Cause way inside is where I reside I don't know if I'm gon make this night So we don't give no f** Wile until I tire Remaining a G until the moment I expire Fill my brain with that weed Feeling like I'm a vampire But I can't flyer so I live higher I'm fried [Verse 3] Vi$ions, 40-40 vision My bars ninja stars therefore cause incision I wouldn't listen The infamous like pizza with the fishes b**hes rub on my dick, I grant wishes The kids are talking ?damen? Schools out and I'm walking ramen They looking at me funny but they ain't gon make no comments The chronic, you can smell it on my clothes And I just borrowed a condom Cause I was supposed to go back home with one of my hoes She cancelled again Even she don't want to f** me or I just got bad timing But either way I need the cake, fiending papers We just get baked and we create, but we ain't bakers You know that feeling when you got the fresh taper with the lining I'll be at the house party later, with crew Marijuana sold out, it be whining Frowning at the face, I think I found my first hater To early caskets I send many rappers My sh**'ll go platinum, yours more like plastic And I'd f** your b**h dog, daily is chap stick Perfect attendance to the p**y, you were absent Lord, spare the world, bless them with these rap cla**ics My sons, they hate that I'm having fun, stacking funds, uh But I ain't quitting, even if I put the patch on Gotta get that beach in my backyard n***a