Lynyk - Insomniak Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Arrow Santi] Uh uh Lifted Im the motherf**in greatest Imma straight roll that sh** Riding to the top, its just me and my clique Aye, I want all the fame, thats how I do biz Thats how I do it! And thats how it is most people only dream about the life that I live New strains, new clothes and whips, pretty herb and a b**h thats fit Ball till I fall, thats it Now I'm walking to the bank with a smile most of ya'll fake n***as just grin Money getting long so the weed still burning, made a bunch and I'm gonna make more that's for certain Work hard til I drop, make this music till Im at the top My crew has the best bud and more bottles to pop Lifted we will never stop! Never stop! Nah! Never stop! Lifted never sleeps so we're at the top Im still gonna smoke weed Lifted blaze all day Im still gonna smoke weed, blow these trees AHH! [Hook: Arrow Santi] And the bong is going to continue to go in rotation... Everybody's going to smoke... Everybody's going to get high... Life is going to continue.. Lets go [Verse 2: Arrow Santi] Smoking on green, while your girlfriend s**ing Jumping on stage, got the front row bumping Made so much, I could spend a little something Haters in the blogs, middle finger like f** em So many diamonds, I'm Jared's little brother Smoke more than them, thats word to your mother That dab aroma Kush cologne Pa** the bong around like a loan Smoke really strong, then you gone Or smoke it to the face and listen to a song Your girl threw her thong She bad but Im moving along, doin her wrong Get your money up and she'll stay where she belong Instead of being in my room, clearing the bong Me and pat chiefin like Cheech and Chong [Hook: Arrow Santi] [Verse 3: Arrow Santi] Haven't slept in a week Need more sleep Eyes red, and it's not from the weed Keep the peace, stay calm, chilled out to the max But when I hit the booth I'm a beast Air Jordans on my feet! There's buddha in my belly Bad b**hes hit the telly Main and ex fight like Kelly Kelly And I try to hide the loud but it's way too smelly Got the loud, got the gas like Valero or a Getty And I'm pro, All-American like a Dodge or a Chevy But I wanna be a Bentley n***as hating on me, but in person they so friendly Why is that? Every time I get a few stacks Or can afford a new Cadillac People come looking for sh** or call me like, "n***a where you at?!" Where was you when I needed you? Now you left, I got the money and you want me back Nah, I ain't having that It's a wrap