Fuck nigga call him again

I need all of them grams

These niggas thought it was, manThis yo mans not my friend

Fuck nigga follow the gram

Or the snap if you can

Lets make a play like i planned

Shopped now all of them fans

Fuck nigga follow up man

I got all of these grams

We got the bubble guts man

Passing gas through the clan

Bitch we got more than runtz, man

Come and cop it i′m sayin'

And bitch i dont trade nuts for grams

Thats like backward hustling

And then i

Wake up, pick up line, ima come yo way i′m on mine

I don't want yo pen. bitch i roll up again,

I cop about a nine g quad from an old friend

Then i roll up again, then i roll up again

Then i hang up on that guy that aint tryna cop blowing my high

Head back to the land cook up some beats with the fam

Then i realize i'm fucking fried, excuse my french, but like pans

Then i take a fucking chance with my freedom god damn

Then i

Hit a lick with bro for at least 453 gs and uh

Hit niggas w blick

Tell them to run they shit, get on they knees and uh

Which get-rich-quick scheme is better than motherfuckin this

Niggas gota itch,

Niggas gota pitch ideas to make it out the motherfuckin sitch

Times get really real really quick! really? no shit!

I continue to bang loud hits. give a fuck i got window tents

I continue not to pick all willy nilly like yo fit

I continue to hang with my niggas. give a fuck about Willie Lynch

I′m just tryna live bruh. most livings don′t have you living bruh

Yeah be a dog but don't let em bitch ya

I just try to switch it up they thinkin′ they can predict ya

Hell naw, brain on some shit they can't depict ugh

I feel like i gota work harder than all of these niggas

I dont wanna be a working ass father working for some mister

I aim high, my dreams a little larger. hoping i don′t miss

And then i fall asleep my body need to charge up.

Ugh and then i

Wake up, pick up line, ima come yo way i'm on mine

I don′t want yo pen. bitch i roll up again,

Cop about a nine g quad from an old friend

Then i roll up again, then i roll up again

Then i hang up on that guy that aint tryna cop blowing my high

Head back to the land cook up some beats with the fam

Then i realize i'm fucking fried, excuse my french, but like pans

Then i take a fucking chance with my freedom god damn

Bitch watch out you cappin! nigga watch out you lacking

I just walked in fuck happenin', yea im late in fashion

Fuck a teacher call me sir. school these niggas surpass em

Cant be passive aggressive. bitch im aggressive with passion

I lost my mind but thats a no brainer

Normal day end up a come up. some zips in a container

She on my dick then she on his dick. we pass her we dont train her

Told me she dont know how to suck dick i guess ima have to... aye

Its all a joke. we all laugh at whats real in some manner

If you broke and you mad you should get green like banner

I just hope you dont make bad decisions like make bread to hand her

Cus when i stroke her shit she look back and say it might expand her

She like my steez, she like my steez cus im the beez neez hoe

Hows these b′s knees though? nonstop she deep throat

Yea i had to see though. like a fucking peephole

But sadly she creep hoe, a radio head and a weirdo