Fuck Em

[Intro]
L's
I like this one, Young
You know, it got that laidback—
I'm high as hell
I'm finna go dumb, though
Niggas be dumb, ho

[Verse]
I get a lot of green and I ain't on tour
I'm lying in the steamer, [?] Lake Shore
Drive as I fly, getting high as the sky
Dropping Y's, thinking back like, "They used to be the guys"
The guys bring guns and guns carry money
And I love the streets so much, I'm just tryna marry the money
And if I was to die, I'd rather bury money
Right beside my body, so you can't take it from me
But if you dare try, you can die unless you slide, that's cool, boy
Y'all talking 'bout drills, but got killed, who you shooting?
Free my nigga Wee Wee, on chief, he'll shoot ya
Sawed off them Rugers, bullets еnter through ya
Bet I won't miss if I aim
You niggas sweet as peachеs, so I gotta hit— Gotta hit the stain
Something like [?]
Getting brain from Alice
On the head, she a beast
If y'all in the building, I own the lease
Cross that threshold, get out my home
Made enough for two niggas, I guess I got a clone
And two chicks want me to bone, but I just really want some dome
Want some dough? Well, bitch, gone
Uno y mano, mãe, chill, lil' mama, lick me
I think she from the Wells, Dearborns, or the Ickes
[?] loud until the Indo blow
But fasho I fucked the Low End ho, leggo
I'm in the car, driving down six-trey
.40-cal', chopper, it's a big 'K
This shit will hurt if it burst in a snitch face
But she'll work when I dispersed in your bitch face
We call her Cock Mouth or Baby Dickface
The first I thing I asked her is "How my dick taste?"
And then I'm gone out the door
Flying on the train, you can catch me on the four, bitch