With Ya Boy by Qon Vince 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
Fuck 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 sassy 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 passin
Want to get to where we all eat no fastin
Im livin life on the fast end
Mixin hashes passin 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 kill this joint
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
Fuck 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 sassy 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 passin
Want to get to where we all eat no fastin
Im livin life on the fast end
Mixin hashes passin 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 kill this joint