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Stoned Age

Big Tim the Gliderhuatong
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PG Wassup

Big kill in my blunt

I'm filling my cup

I'm trill as f*ck

You niggas you get it from us

Stop stealing our stuff

Niggas be blowing me mo

So u wanna be real like me

Weak niggas ain't built like me

Foundation all f****d up

I was blowing strong on the come up

I wasn't making songs for a long ass time

Nigga grind

Homie I don't know no tricks

Shortie I don't owe no b***h

I don't need no hoe to roll my s**t

I was on my own d**k

These suckas tried to clone my clique

Oh no

What do you know?

Now these niggas try run with the flow

Tell Geezy to run get the pole

Hit him before he can run to the door

Yo

Tell your Bitch run to the store

Get some blunts and some magnums to go

We beat and ran a train call it metro

Hoe

I ain't got no snaps on the Petro

Better hop your ass on the red line

I ain't doing no shows less I headline

This the year of the Gliderz motherfucka beat the deadline

I done went way past the red line

Out here everyday ducking fed time

Grinding real late f*ck a bedtime

And a n***a stay with them redeyes

Stoned

Gliderz

Rolling

We roll and get stoned

Roll and get stoned

Roll and get stoned

Roll and get stoned

Roll and get

Stoned

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

Stoned

Bad to the bone

Mike Jack

I was gliding hard like that

Feet never touch the ground

Fuck the ups and the downs I was stuck on a cloud off the loud

Go too hard like Tyson

My dog in the car we ain't fighting

If I yell G Mob whole team turn Zach Levine get to gliding from the free throw line

Who got the steez in the PG hol time?

They say we show up too fuckin deep oh my

It's something bout the drugs and the name

All my niggas rep the same thing

Gliderz

Death to a f*****g outsider

Said it was a inside job you a liar

My circle can't get no tighter

You rep this s**t then u a lifer

Selling bullshit we don't buy that

Get you pulled up on by a Glidette

Run a lil game wouldn't try that

My niggas come and bang like a hi-hat

Said It's a no fly zone wherever I'm at

You niggas too broke I don't need to be around that

16 zips n***a pound that we ready for more

I boot up like I'm ready for war

Rolling

Gliderz

Stoned

We roll and get stoned

Roll and get stoned

Roll and get stoned

Roll and get stoned

Roll and get

Stoned

Rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling, rolling

Stoned

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