Retch - Lampin' lyrics

[Intro: Retch] Ay, I woke up in a b**h sh** and I get real cozy, real quick I kick my feet up on her motherf**ing end table Kick my shoes off and all that, like f** it, nah mean? I get real cozy, that's just how I do it, you feel me? I like to feel at home at your home, so that's how I'ma do Yeah, like, HeirGang Fast Money [Verse 1: Retch] Yo, I said Raw paper roll up, Dutchess what I prefer f**ing with my Cali n***a's got me on them Swishers Shouts my n***a C Plus, I think I know what heaven is With three b**hes that I met at the 2Chainz show and they oh so generous They cook me and my homies breakfast, we just roll the weed up It's a mutual relationship, I'm Lampin' with my feet up Polo to my socks n***a, and everything above Along with my n***a's, and this money, and this weed, it's the only thing a young n***a love But shout-outs to the b**hes, I f**s with you from afar I'm only nineteen, can't even get into the place where I'm supposed to perform Of course I'm getting in though, smelling like some indo Smellin' like some endo, so I'm watching the sh** from the motherf**ing window Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm 'Lo just like my sweater From the stages to the radio, these days is getting better I'm packing up my suitcase cause I'm leaving for some days Leave the [?] with my lil homie, still gotta get this pay-per [Interlude: Da$H] So, I walked up in this b**h house you know Kick my J's off, get real cozy on a b**h, you nah mean? She told she ain't smoke cigarettes or what-not Her roommate didn't like the smoke But I lit my 'Port up in that motherf**er, you know? Put my house shoes on, took my jeans off, you nah mean? Sat in my boxers, had some orange juice out of the carton, um Told her her make some tacos for me and my n***as We having some company, yeah *yawns* [Verse 2: Da$H] Roll over around noon and my dick hard It end up in her mouth, I'm dumping OG in my cigar b**h n***a's thinking they Aladdin with this rapping Knock you off your flying carpet, yes motherf**er I'm Jefar The bad guy, mad high, ain't paying for your cab ride I'm air born, that's past fly, shrooms make sh** look tie dye Smoking on la-la, your b**h call me da-da Say that my brain is strange and I'm going insane so I'm spitting that sci-fi Randy Savage; off a couple bars, I double count my cabbage Tell Elizabeth "go get the car, I'm too drunk too manage" Haters can't stand it, grab a seat up in this motherf**er Relax my limps and roll up my blunts bigger than stocking stuffers Ain't came down in 'bout a month, I puff a lot my brother Do d** a lot my brother, one substance on top of others YNRE don't ever disrespect it Catch a n***a in the club and beat him 'til they stop the record Yeah so [Outro: (Retch) & Da$H] (Ay, I'm finna start testing n***as cozy man, nah mean? n***as talking that cozy sh** man) Talking 'bout they relaxing they limps bruh (I ain't even really too sure how cozy n***a's is getting) Cause you walking up in that motherf**er witch your toes out, you feel me? You nah mean? walking around in a robe, you feel me? Drinking out the carton like you paying the light bill, you feel me? (Cozy bruh) You nah mean? shout-out wavy bone (real cozy) Indian style, nah mean? we have no legs V-12 in the wheelchair bruh bruh, you already know my n***a (Getting real cozy on a b**h, man, finna get cozy on a b**h right now) Right now