F*ck, I dropped it
Shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Come on
Shit
I get high as hell
If I get locked, bitch, pay that bail
This bitch thick, Rotel
Green on me like Splinter Cell
I'm a picky smoker, I can't even buy that weed
Without no smell
Zip go for 150, but now I want two
Cause bro keep tryna zelle
This bitch took the soul from every nigga she f*cked
She going to hell
Bruh said he ran up a bag, but the way he dress
I swear you couldn't even tell
I just ran off on a play
He look dumbfounded, he keep looking out for the mail
He ain't making no sales
I walk in the block with that pack and I took clientele
Shit
Yeah
If I get locked, bitch, pay that bail
Brother make beats shit hit like Pharrell
I'm a machine in the booth like Cell
Scam nigga, keep asking, do I got wells
Man, I'm so high, bitch, I couldn't even tell ya
Bitch, I'm way badder than Iggy Azalea
Can't go broke again, this a farewell
I'm at the jail with the white hoes, high as a bitch
She keep trying to play in my hair
My packs insured like Geico
At Joe Brown, got exotic all under my chair
Slim thick bitch from Yale
I hit from the back and yelling just like Ric Flair
I'm turnt up, you can tell
I dropped my first tape since then, I've been on a tear
Bitch, I'm high and I'm shining
Look in the sky, I'm flying around like a flare
Me and Jay wade at the telly
We outside smoking, everybody surrounding us
I'm in a 23 Hummer, this bitch big as hell
Got hoes like a party bus
I don't even need the thermometer check the stats
You niggas ain't hot as us
Nigga, make me mad, put belt to ass
Kick shit like Spartacus
I done ran up me a M on DSPs
These labels just farming us
This nigga broke as hell, getting p's on consignment
Yeah, these Klarna buds
Speedy should've never brought me to that studio
Man, he den started something
Mama just put a beam on a CX9
Shoot from deep like Logo Bron
I pay for studio time to kill these beats
I swear I don't mean no harm
Casket fresh, I walk in the club with a fit that costs you a leg and an arm
The way I smoke, I don't need a zip
I need to invest and go buy me a farm
TSU hoe always asking for money
She want me to fund her dorm
Bitch, I'm speed running this rap shit
I'm starting to feel like Eobard Thawne
High as hell with Moe and Juan
Finna cop me some ice to go put on my arm
Only the fam like Sanford and Son
I feel like Kobe in his 07' run
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F*ck, I dropped it
Shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Come on
Shit
I get high as hell
If I get locked, bitch, pay that bail
This bitch thick, Rotel
Green on me like Splinter Cell
I'm a picky smoker, I can't even buy that weed
Without no smell
Zip go for 150, but now I want two
Cause bro keep tryna zelle
This bitch took the soul from every nigga she f*cked
She going to hell
Bruh said he ran up a bag, but the way he dress
I swear you couldn't even tell
I just ran off on a play
He look dumbfounded, he keep looking out for the mail
He ain't making no sales
I walk in the block with that pack and I took clientele
Shit
Yeah
If I get locked, bitch, pay that bail
Brother make beats shit hit like Pharrell
I'm a machine in the booth like Cell
Scam nigga, keep asking, do I got wells
Man, I'm so high, bitch, I couldn't even tell ya
Bitch, I'm way badder than Iggy Azalea
Can't go broke again, this a farewell
I'm at the jail with the white hoes, high as a bitch
She keep trying to play in my hair
My packs insured like Geico
At Joe Brown, got exotic all under my chair
Slim thick bitch from Yale
I hit from the back and yelling just like Ric Flair
I'm turnt up, you can tell
I dropped my first tape since then, I've been on a tear
Bitch, I'm high and I'm shining
Look in the sky, I'm flying around like a flare
Me and Jay wade at the telly
We outside smoking, everybody surrounding us
I'm in a 23 Hummer, this bitch big as hell
Got hoes like a party bus
I don't even need the thermometer check the stats
You niggas ain't hot as us
Nigga, make me mad, put belt to ass
Kick shit like Spartacus
I done ran up me a M on DSPs
These labels just farming us
This nigga broke as hell, getting p's on consignment
Yeah, these Klarna buds
Speedy should've never brought me to that studio
Man, he den started something
Mama just put a beam on a CX9
Shoot from deep like Logo Bron
I pay for studio time to kill these beats
I swear I don't mean no harm
Casket fresh, I walk in the club with a fit that costs you a leg and an arm
The way I smoke, I don't need a zip
I need to invest and go buy me a farm
TSU hoe always asking for money
She want me to fund her dorm
Bitch, I'm speed running this rap shit
I'm starting to feel like Eobard Thawne
High as hell with Moe and Juan
Finna cop me some ice to go put on my arm
Only the fam like Sanford and Son
I feel like Kobe in his 07' run
Shit, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Come on
Shit
I get high as hell
If I get locked, bitch, pay that bail
This bitch thick, Rotel
Green on me like Splinter Cell
I'm a picky smoker, I can't even buy that weed
Without no smell
Zip go for 150, but now I want two
Cause bro keep tryna zelle
This bitch took the soul from every nigga she f*cked
She going to hell
Bruh said he ran up a bag, but the way he dress
I swear you couldn't even tell
I just ran off on a play
He look dumbfounded, he keep looking out for the mail
He ain't making no sales
I walk in the block with that pack and I took clientele
Shit
Yeah
If I get locked, bitch, pay that bail
Brother make beats shit hit like Pharrell
I'm a machine in the booth like Cell
Scam nigga, keep asking, do I got wells
Man, I'm so high, bitch, I couldn't even tell ya
Bitch, I'm way badder than Iggy Azalea
Can't go broke again, this a farewell
I'm at the jail with the white hoes, high as a bitch
She keep trying to play in my hair
My packs insured like Geico
At Joe Brown, got exotic all under my chair
Slim thick bitch from Yale
I hit from the back and yelling just like Ric Flair
I'm turnt up, you can tell
I dropped my first tape since then, I've been on a tear
Bitch, I'm high and I'm shining
Look in the sky, I'm flying around like a flare
Me and Jay wade at the telly
We outside smoking, everybody surrounding us
I'm in a 23 Hummer, this bitch big as hell
Got hoes like a party bus
I don't even need the thermometer check the stats
You niggas ain't hot as us
Nigga, make me mad, put belt to ass
Kick shit like Spartacus
I done ran up me a M on DSPs
These labels just farming us
This nigga broke as hell, getting p's on consignment
Yeah, these Klarna buds
Speedy should've never brought me to that studio
Man, he den started something
Mama just put a beam on a CX9
Shoot from deep like Logo Bron
I pay for studio time to kill these beats
I swear I don't mean no harm
Casket fresh, I walk in the club with a fit that costs you a leg and an arm
The way I smoke, I don't need a zip
I need to invest and go buy me a farm
TSU hoe always asking for money
She want me to fund her dorm
Bitch, I'm speed running this rap shit
I'm starting to feel like Eobard Thawne
High as hell with Moe and Juan
Finna cop me some ice to go put on my arm
Only the fam like Sanford and Son
I feel like Kobe in his 07' run
Writer: David Crawford
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