Qon Vince - With Ya Boy lyrics

[Qon Vince: Intro] I'm on Zone number four Who's funny They is funny But lately, I'm what they hating on [Qon Vince: Chorus] Lj with a fat sack f** figures wanna pack But no sell just Mack On the cell dreamin in a Cadillac Smoke some trees with ya boy Riding in my caddillac Smoke some trees with ya boy Riding in my Cadillac [Qon Vince: Verse 1] In the clouds making my block hot Most crowds wanna knock pot But I'm Swagging out, I'm geeking Drag in mouth, I'm wreaking Long rips plus acid trips I kissed Mary, she bit my lips Im just smoking, given tips Get this money, then get the tits Got your girl sa**y catch, no mits See you are in the midst Of both sides quick, leopard prints Of a presents like a mist I keep a cannibis cup to twist I, put in order, list The easyness till I gotta toughen fist Not selling G's, but they don't get the gist My mind yelling jeez As I wake an bake, Sipping on a Sunkist Shout to Rich Boy [Qon Vince: Chorus] [Qon Vince: Verse 2] I'm not just tryna soda pop I hope my mixtape more than sorta drop I need! Datpiff crashin, I need this laughin an smashin While the beat drops, stash out to stash in Break it down an get to pa**in Want to get to where we all eat no fastin Im livin life on the fast end Mixin hashes pa**in out with my best friend They say they cruising out, well I'm cruisin on the best bend Blunts used to be bananas, now thats how my life goes Im flyin over Kansas tappin my toes Im the wizard of the Oz The slizzared to the flows My reef you doze, My keef it slows My need it grows, This seed of lows On the come up The sun to the sun up The sewn to the done up The to blown to the torn up Im a lot of things but this is something needed All these flings compiled, still just weeded Like if I was any higher would there be a point So I hit it till its ironic like how I k** this joint