Cataracts

[Verse 1: BKA Trip]
Honest to god I do not think that god exists
N****s be mad I don’t believe in aliens
What I believe is turning nothing into profit
I’m deep inside the streets
But all my bitches went to college
Yeah, and that’s a Snapple fact
He told me what I sold him
Could probably cure his cataracts
And n**** what I’m holding in this clip
Could probably clear the party out
30 knock his hat off
N**** that’s a party foul
Yeah
All the goons here, n**** watch ya mouth
If he knuck, turn to DJ Unk, n**** walk em down
Talking to my favorite bitch
She know how my mind work
She know not pass me a soda without no lines in it

[Verse 2: Drew Famous]
My mom keep saying take my time
I trip going up
And going down
But my shoes never untied
Never tell a lie
And never let a liar
Get his thoughts inside my mind
Last night my brother
Told me that the only way
To clean up all that clutter
Is let your mind get rid
Of what’s been clogging up that gutter
I don’t want no trouble
We just gonna have some fun
And re plan at the huddle

[Verse 3: BKA Trip]
And all the hoes that I be fucking on
Is bad as fuck
Five deep
Stomped the n**** out
Like did you have enough
Okay
I think the n**** did
Left that boy curbside
I think the n**** dead
And bitch I think I’m getting bread
She gon’ leave with me instead
Aye
Talking to herself
Like bitch I think I’m giving head
And in the end we leave ‘em chalked out
N**** say I look like Trae Young
We brought them Hawks out

[Verse 4: Drew Famous]
And I don’t walk round
Like nothing I don’t talk bout
Caught ‘em up the block round
Trust me he ain’t talk now
And I’m walking in this bitch
Like I’m tall as fuck
Seven foot seven
Then I hop in my Tonka truck
And I don’t really stay much longer bruh
I got all this water round me
Like it’s Noah’s Ark
And trust me I ain’t going far
I be sticking out
Like it’s glow in dark

[Verse 5: BKA Trip]
And I can spot a narc
From thirty paces east
I ain’t recognize your bitch
Because her face was in the sheets
Okay, if this is a race
Then n**** place me in the lead
Yeah, all them n****s rats
And it ain’t cause they chasing cheese
I’m the one that make ‘em bleed
Give ‘em something to stand on
Grab that 30
Throw a tantrum
This the anthem