Dust in my Weed

[Intro]
KOTO?
Put dust in my–

[Verse]
I need a milly' in the bank before I’m 25
Silly bands, like the money funny ha-ha
“Bars like Bullets”, you touch the kid then your career could die (Bah!)
Glock singing like it’s Cudi humming
Once I get a little buzz, hide your shorty or your honey coming
You know I’ve been the sweetest
Like I said before: “My bars dope, I got ‘em fiendin’” (Uh-uh, uh-uh)
Bitch I’m a carnivore, you brought the beef then I’ma eat it
KOTO? the carnivore, your shorty tryna wrap my p— (Yessir)
Never mind, [?] heavenly, I be hella fly
I’m only outside to preform live, because I’m dead inside
And now I wish that I got a million to set aside
KOTO? got a question mark ‘cause I don’t know either
Flow Aether, life [?] a movie, I need my own theater
I ain’t no sheep, I’ve been my own leader
I’ve been spitting heat, every word I speak got your dome bleedin’
I spit sick, give ‘em ear infections
You listen to the new, that's where the fear's injected
You fuckin’ with the kid, you better have some clear intentions
‘Cause this Glock finna hit your spirit boy [?]

[Outro]
KOTO?
Three Entertainment, bitch
They put dust in my weed