Letras Haste - Tokes

Haste

Haste, yeah I’m feeling the grace
Pop it back for a minute lemme get a taste
It’s like hey, baby come on over my way
I got 10 bottles ready
Bowls steady, hot n heavy like
Haste, yeah I’m feeling the grace
Pop it back for a minute lemme get a taste
It’s like hey baby come on over my way
I got 10 bottles ready
Bowls steady, hot n heavy like
Woke up in the morning brush my teeth let’s get this bread (nigga)
Whether hell or bad weather nigga imma get it in
I’ll swear I’ll get a win, meant to be a king
Ready for whatever, you bitches evil like Cruella
But I’ll send em to the pound, asking who your daddy now
You could look up in you town nigga, we the best ones out
All our clout been word of mouth, Bitch we putting on the south
Gotta do it Ferda Bitch we putting on Alberta now
Bitch you is feeling some way
Get on your knees when you pray
Fuck niggas throwing they shade
Get me a mill in the back
I’ve been going back to the mission, it’s my ambition
My niggas tripping and our dreams be so vivid we gotta get it
No limit and the sky be no ceiling that’s how I’m feeling
You niggas just be so silly, ya song I ain’t been feeling, ya feel me?
Haste, yeah I’m feeling the grace
Pop it back for a minute lemme get a taste
It’s like hey, baby come on over my way
I got 10 bottles ready
Bowls steady, hot n heavy like
Haste, yeah I’m feeling the grace
Pop it back for a minute lemme get a taste
It’s like hey baby come on over my way
I got 10 bottles ready
Bowls steady, hot n heavy like
So fucked I’m trippin
Way up high I’m on a mothafuckin mission (Ay)
Smokin' emissions
Gas it up we on a mothafuckin mission
Bitch flyin' to the moon I’m livin'
Two faced bitch wanna get to fuckin dissin'
Pissin' me off when he talkin shit he listen
Cause even when he talkin' he kno I ain’t fuckin listen
He know I ain’t listen to his bullshit
Ran up with a blunt and u still dipped quick
Ayyy
Movin dumb lil bitch
Watch your step when ya walkin' I could send a whole clique
Back to movin wavy my brain been feeling so crazy
Took too much to try to track the trouble you talked yourself into
You been huntin out for babies I been chillin movin safely
Beats the fries and I’m the gravy you ain’t shit you can’t amaze me
Haste, yeah I’m feeling the grace
Pop it back for a minute lemme get a taste
It’s like hey, baby come on over my way
I got 10 bottles ready
Bowls steady, hot n heavy like
Haste, yeah I’m feeling the grace
Pop it back for a minute lemme get a taste
It’s like hey baby come on over my way
I got 10 bottles ready
Bowls steady, hot n heavy like