Mike Dimes - WHISKEY AND WEED lyrics
[Mike Dimes - WHISKEY AND WEED lyrics]
Ah, ah, ah, ooh
Ooh, you ain't, ooh, got nowhere to run
Ah, ah, ah, ooh
Ooh, you ain't, ooh, got nowhere to run
They counted me out
Shoutout to momma and poppa
I made me a M in the house
I don't think they can get to me now
How it feel to be talk of the town?
Just depend if you family or fan
I don't like it when they kissin' my ass
She suck on dick just because of my dad
And get top in the drop
No, you can't park in this lot
Is we fuckin' or not? Do you love me or not?
I had enough of these thots when I
Found out they was fuckin' for clout
Make me a couple K and then I'm out
If I talk to the bank today
I make 'em drought just talked to granny
Shе said that she proud of me
Fuck evеry nigga that doubted me
Two hunnid K just to honor your majesty
Gotta make no mistake if you passin' me
(Facts)
Put the cam' in my face and they askin' me
"Not to be rude
Is that your whip? Are those your guys?"
(Huh?) "You bought that house? Do
You tuck your nine?" (Huh?)
"Would you ever trade that just
To have this life?" and I'm like, "Honestly
I don't even give a fuck
About these rappers though" (Fuck 'em)
"And obviously I don't give a
Fuck about these model hoes"
('Cause, fuck 'em)
"And pardon me, you don't even know my momma
You don't get to call me bro" (On God)
I don't wanna be cool (Straight up)
All these niggas always tryna be cool
(Straight up)
"What you doin'?" Just mindin' me and you
In my space, can you take a step or two?
I'm tryna' make some progression (Hol' up)
But think God tryna teach me some lessons
(Straight up)
They some me hate so we show Smith & Wessons
Nowadays, niggas do this for attention
I wish it was money
One time for the folks back
Home in their duffy
Mike Dimes run it up 'til
The gang out the country, hol' up
Ah ah (yeah, that's hard, fuck it) , ah ah
Got nowhere to (Uh) ah ah, ah ah
(Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes) , got nowhere to
Uh, you think you him with all
That jewelry on, you flexed up, huh?
All of my hoes faker than silicone
I'm fucked up and I'm knee deep in
Tryna get in my zone
She a two-by-two model chick
IG pics the only thing she on
Pour a D'USSÉ in the Fanta
I'm a real Texas phantom
I got different type of standards, did
Somethings up on the camera, uh
Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater
Pimpin' before pleasure
I make shawties take my misdemeanors
This style ain't for free
I'm Mike D pushin' with them Billy boys
The city boys
Really should call us the fuck
Up our kidney boys
We skinny but somehow we only seem
To have the biggest toys
Don't list me when you
Talk about them rappers
They some little boys
(Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
Pour a D'USSÉ in the Fanta
I'm a real Texas phantom
I got different type of standards, did
Somethings up on the camera, uh
Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater
Pimpin' before pleasure
I make shawties take my misdemeanors
That's hard, Spiff
Ooh, you ain't, ooh, got nowhere to run
Ah, ah, ah, ooh
Ooh, you ain't, ooh, got nowhere to run
They counted me out
Shoutout to momma and poppa
I made me a M in the house
I don't think they can get to me now
How it feel to be talk of the town?
Just depend if you family or fan
I don't like it when they kissin' my ass
She suck on dick just because of my dad
And get top in the drop
No, you can't park in this lot
Is we fuckin' or not? Do you love me or not?
I had enough of these thots when I
Found out they was fuckin' for clout
Make me a couple K and then I'm out
If I talk to the bank today
I make 'em drought just talked to granny
Shе said that she proud of me
Fuck evеry nigga that doubted me
Two hunnid K just to honor your majesty
Gotta make no mistake if you passin' me
(Facts)
Put the cam' in my face and they askin' me
"Not to be rude
Is that your whip? Are those your guys?"
(Huh?) "You bought that house? Do
You tuck your nine?" (Huh?)
"Would you ever trade that just
To have this life?" and I'm like, "Honestly
I don't even give a fuck
About these rappers though" (Fuck 'em)
"And obviously I don't give a
Fuck about these model hoes"
('Cause, fuck 'em)
"And pardon me, you don't even know my momma
You don't get to call me bro" (On God)
I don't wanna be cool (Straight up)
All these niggas always tryna be cool
(Straight up)
"What you doin'?" Just mindin' me and you
In my space, can you take a step or two?
I'm tryna' make some progression (Hol' up)
But think God tryna teach me some lessons
(Straight up)
They some me hate so we show Smith & Wessons
Nowadays, niggas do this for attention
I wish it was money
One time for the folks back
Home in their duffy
Mike Dimes run it up 'til
The gang out the country, hol' up
Ah ah (yeah, that's hard, fuck it) , ah ah
Got nowhere to (Uh) ah ah, ah ah
(Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes) , got nowhere to
Uh, you think you him with all
That jewelry on, you flexed up, huh?
All of my hoes faker than silicone
I'm fucked up and I'm knee deep in
Tryna get in my zone
She a two-by-two model chick
IG pics the only thing she on
Pour a D'USSÉ in the Fanta
I'm a real Texas phantom
I got different type of standards, did
Somethings up on the camera, uh
Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater
Pimpin' before pleasure
I make shawties take my misdemeanors
This style ain't for free
I'm Mike D pushin' with them Billy boys
The city boys
Really should call us the fuck
Up our kidney boys
We skinny but somehow we only seem
To have the biggest toys
Don't list me when you
Talk about them rappers
They some little boys
(Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes)
Pour a D'USSÉ in the Fanta
I'm a real Texas phantom
I got different type of standards, did
Somethings up on the camera, uh
Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater
Pimpin' before pleasure
I make shawties take my misdemeanors
That's hard, Spiff