STATEWIDE Lyrics

Ion live up on the web

But I be slinging cross the street

Half-man, half-amazing

And you half the man as me, so

What do that make you?

I'm in a great mood, so I won't get into it

Cuz you might have my ass fuming

Like pants on fire

And these bitches and these cops the only time I'll be a liar

Ion wanna be cuffed, weed and pussy my desire

Kush up on the couch, and the cushions cozy i'm tired

But Pasi just pulled up, so I guess I'm gonna get higher

Couped up in a box truck, moving families statewide

Move em to the burbs, possessing herb cross state lines

Buncha alcoholics, who drug up because they hate life

And cuz they'll never know what these estates like

Back up when you know breeo tripping

You way out of your ecosystem

Some call it personal, some seem don't get it

Honestly I can't see no difference

Back up when you know breeo tripping

You way out of your ecosystem

Some call it personal, some seem don't get it

Honestly I can't see no difference

If you a big stepper then i'm Godzilla

Demi-child, it's the god dealer

Dawg collar, blue collar work

New dollars in, but it's a thought killer

Painkillers for the back

Brain spilling like the 'gnac

Spanglish inside the raps, Thank Jota Jota for that

I don't know no dealers, got no partners on this overpass

I'm like Harrison Ford, I always been a solo act

Even back in high school, it was gummies in the culdesacs

Now I graduated from house parties and quarter-sacks

Now I'm on the west with the loud Harleys & corner stores

Bikers get you bodies, 500 can afford you that

I need other bodies, the type of bodies of foreign hoes

I just crowned my dick so I can give it to a Doja Cat

Multitasking, not enough eggs

Too many baskets, make me half ass

Overworking my self, I burn myself out

I'm hurting myself like Jack-Ass

And my wallet and my shawty equilibrium a fat ass

On my Billy the Kid, I'm feeling like I'm really Billie Badass

Back up when you know breeo tripping

You way out of your ecosystem

Some call it personal, some seem don't get it

Honestly I can't see no difference

Back up when you know breeo tripping

You way out of your ecosystem

Some call it personal, some seem don't get it

Honestly I can't see no difference

Couped up in a box truck, moving families statewide

Move em to the burbs, possessing herb cross state lines

Buncha alcoholics, who drug up because they hate life

And cuz they'll never know what these estates like