Confused

[Intro/Hook: Larry]
Yeah my Brothers on go-mode, can't miss
Hang up the phone 'cause you talkin' to a lick
Scott Storch pack, what you think about that?
Five grand in both of our laps, then we laugh
Larry!
I been trippin' real hard, and that lil' pill got your friend confused (lost)
Pop the blues, go count some blues, I ain't with that attitude (I thought you knew)
I put that bitch back on some high shit if she feelin' kinda low (she touched that dope)
Still got more this bread the same connections like before (this ain't no joke)

[Verse 1: SenseiATL]
Countin' hundreds 'cause I don't fuck with no one (I don't fuck with no one)
Bitch I feel like Nino got that dope by the ton (dope by the ton)
You ain't got no gas, why you gassin' it up? (fuck that shit)
Packin' when you see me, clips and kush I'm loaded up (I'm loaded up)
Hop up off the porch I feel like Tony Montana (skrr)
Flexin' in the drop, I pour the drop in the Fanta (pour the mud)
Geekin' off of Molly when I roll in the club (when I roll in the club)
You don't want not blood, we gon' make the blood flood

[Verse 2: Larry]
Yeah my Brothers on go-mode, can't miss (ayy)
Hang up the phone 'cause you talkin' to a lick (yeah)
Scott Storch pack, what you think about that? (yeah)
Five grand in both of our, then we laugh
Pick up a play in the morning, but this shit don't last 'til lunch (no way)
Yeah it's through, we don't speak on it
On to the next one, I beat a bitch
Actin' all wack you gon' be the bitch
Racks up to where you ain't seein' me
Stuffin' mid in my mid-tops when I started off (that real young shit)
Now I'm real clean I don't need to talk my shit at all (no)
And If I ever catch my Yung Boi lackin' something's wrong

[Hook: Larry]
I been trippin' real hard, and that lil' pill got your friend confused (lost)
Pop the blues, go count some blues, I ain't with that attitude (I thought you knew)
I put that bitch back on some high shit if she feelin' kinda low (she touched that dope)
Still got more this bread the same connections like before (this ain't no joke)

[Verse 3: Randy!]
Had to pack the pistol with the ammo, then I go
Red light or a green light, it don't matter it's a go (yeah)
Aye I am still the Yung Boi that you thought of years ago (I just got cash)
Only difference is that my money it got old (fuck you thought)
I won't hit you back, if I don't benefit (no I'm not)
Never gonna redeem myself for a bitch (you a bitch)
We just made a movie, but it ain't no script (ain't no script)
I just sipped the drink, but it ain't no script (ain't no script)
You might sell shit, but it ain't no flip (ain't no flip)
Diamonds look like they done jumped off ship (done jumped)
My homie fallback, so you better not trip (better not)
Keep tabs on you, you is a lick (you is a lick)

[Outro/Hook: Larry]
I been trippin' real hard, and that lil' pill got your friend confused (lost)
Pop the blues, go count some blues, I ain't with that attitude (I thought you knew)
I put that bitch back on some high shit if she feelin' kinda low (she touched that dope)
Still got more this bread the same connections like before (this ain't no joke)