​ballistic

[Verse 1]
Mix strains in a swisher until I green out
Two bands hidden under the couch
Smokin' on reefer, but can't make a sound
New fans, I show them what it's 'bout
I need support get me fuckin' surrounded
Said she gonna slide, but I doubt it
If you pull up hit from the back like a mallet
God damn so tragic
I've been gettin' goods and I keep it in a package, yeah
Wallet can't fold so massive
I've been eating good like I'm gettin' my baggage
Bitch I been ballistic, but not like a vest
You all wanna take hits, but I got nothing left
Ungrateful as a bitch gotta count my blessings
Smokin' on Lizzo pack, I'm flexin'

[Verse 2]
What, what, what woah
Okay, get it come on
She want a teacher I give her the plot
I dance like I'm Tisa, you move like a bot
I been a seeker I'm seekin' your guap
You wanna peep her, but I been on top
I'm stayin' headed to where I belong
Can't meet me there I'll be already gone
She said, "I look like I'm poppin'"
I said, "Little bitch it's just been what I'm on"
Go crazy, think that bitch tryna have my baby
Only nineteen I make money 'til eighty
Smokin' on green 'til I'm getting hazy
You say that you rock with me, but I'm thinkin' you hate it
I send him beats and I feel like a cater
Tryna call me out just like a referee, why you stressin'?
Smokin' on heavenly I don't be restin'
You see the room and you fill it with tension
Bitch get out the door, now
Fake bitches suckin' me, wow
Pink hair bitch 'boutta slit my brow
Fuck no, I gotta bounce
Buggin' and buggin' me shits not allowed
Run around the track, I'm on delay
BO1 trick shot, I'm on Array
Shit down on lock, I don't want a case
I gotta flock see a lot of faces
You're not a cop, you're racist
Go get a job, day shift
Making a lot, making the hits
Puffin' on za, puffin' on piss