So Many Bubbles (feat. Drem, Lil Kimchi, Jobo & dust2dust) Video (MV)

Yeah, I gotta keep up
There's too many artists for them to be sleepin'
The crib of nobodies, 10 out of 10, they some dreamers
If the money a drug, I guess I'm a fiend then
I'ma run up the digits, I'm runnin' the scene then
Her friends at the show, all of them screamin
F*ck a free throw, I got the shots beaming

Beamin', Northwest demon
223 real nice on defense
Fish boy spazz on the beat like Jesus
Call my dad, say I finally found Jesus
The festival hot, I f*ck with your opps
Cause you is my opp, pretty much not
Anything that, you ever thought
I'm sick of that bitch, I forgot her
Lemon in my water, let's argue about who's spittin' hotter
I pulled up to Saturn with Otters
Callin', he callin' me back to the father, no bother
Bitch, I'm like Buddha, but hotter
Bitch, I'm like Buddha, but hotter
You heard what I said, pop out a tec
What do I got
Jobo probably got a tec

Yeah, I gotta keep up
There's too many artists for them to be sleepin'
The crib of nobodies, 10 out of 10, they some dreamers
If the money a drug, I guess I'm a fiend then
I'ma run up the digits, I'm runnin' the scene then
Her friends at the show, all of them screamin
F*ck a free throw, I got the shots beaming

Enemies, enemies, enemies
They wanna get at me
Callin' and rushin' and shootin' like blast
Pretend to be friend of me, that is your fantasy
Frontin', I'm runnin', I'm pushin' them back
This is your sentencing, or it's my effigy
I'ma go build it up, burnin' the track
Screenin' your energy, comment collectively
You have been labeled a rat
You ain't got a benzo, a brick
I'ma end with a lick
Got a lot of designer like Gucci Briefs on my dick
I be don dada, but they be dreamin' to mix
Put me all on the hit, they can see what it is
It's a reason to live when the detriment hit
Like I need all of this
This is how I balance the shit, yeah
This is how I balance the hits

Yeah, I gotta keep up
There's too many artists for them to be sleepin'
The crib of nobodies, 10 out of 10, they some dreamers
If the money a drug, I guess I'm a fiend then
I'ma run up the digits, I'm runnin' the scene then
Her friends at the show, all of them screamin
F*ck a free throw, I got the shots beaming

Better stay in your lane, boy, please exit
If you tryna play games, go to recess
Couple years and that boy gon' regress
Punks ain't color my kleenex
Cause that shit got some green in it
Pull up, we cleanin' shit
Ridin' with Jo and his bro, got the beam in it
Takin' your sauce, start reapin' shit
Turn that boy into a veggie, we steamin' shit
Young TLC way I'm creepin' up
You ain't keepin' up, gettin' too steep for him
Yeah, the water just gettin' too deep for him
Ayo, Fish pull him out, the shark's eatin' him
Ayo, Fish pull him out, he can't take it
Yeah, he gone, yeah, he stuck in the matrix
Yeah, we keep it lit, La Flame, yeah, we stay lit
Bro got foam in the mouth, think they laced it

Yeah, I gotta keep up
There's too many artists for them to be sleepin'
The crib of nobodies, 10 out of 10, they some dreamers
If the money a drug, I guess I'm a fiend then
I'ma run up the digits, I'm runnin' the scene then
Her friends at the show, all of them screamin
F*ck a free throw, I got the shots beaming