LO MEIN Lyrics

It's not okay, lil bitch she be worried 'bout what I knows like its flonase

I'm still worried 'bout my folks and they old age

Driving on the whip, I'm smoking turn me up I road rage

You can ask my brother, but we both hazed

I was smoking pro grams with the pro flame

WAVEY get your money now, I'm praying that ya don't change

I ain't smokin' on no lows, I'm smokin' lo mein (damn)

Take 'em back shordy, ya hanging with some broke lames (they broke)

I got bad karma and good karma, I hope it plays

DG armored up, and I just odor-ed up another plane

St. Louis boy, but really I ain't known to bang

But I'm still banging hoes inside a place where you ain't associate

And I'm knowing what we doing that they 'posed to hate

They was asking questions I was looking at 'em going blank

And that probably cuz I'm pourin' drank

OZ burner, and she ask me like "ya know it stank?"

(Yeah) Yeah I know it stank

DG in this bitch, we toted up, I told ya, total rank

And I pulled up did a ridal wave

If ya poppin', what I'm poppin', you'd be outer space

Oh ya hit the bottom, dang

I'm still poppin' economics in my papa name

You can ask my brother, but we both hazed

I was smoking pro grams with the pro flame

WAVEY get your money now, I'm praying that ya don't change

I ain't smokin' on no lows, I'm smokin' lo mein (damn)

Midwest tribe like the Osage

You don't get fried, you a poached egg

I'm posted up in real life, why they worried 'bout a post? (ayy)

Fuck you thought it was? Thought it toast (ayy)

I'm breaded up inside this bitch, I'm really stuck on old ways

RI smokin' on the lo mein (RI smokin' on the lo mein)

I take a drive to the ocean

I take a drive to the roadhead

I'm really smokin' on some lo mein