​fucksecurity

[Intro: Marlon DuBois]
What you say?

[Verse: Marlon DuBois & Phreshboyswag]
Nobody wants to deal with it, uh
I don’t even wanna deal with it, at all
I got a cup waiting for me in the fridge at home
I’m always up but I never answer my phone
Crowd sing my songs, try and rizz up at the show
Crowd sings my lyrics, triangles up at the show
And you know it’s MadBudz I got in my lungs (One take)
Yeah, yeah, uh
And you know it’s mad budz I got in my lungs
And you know that it’s his bitch that I fucked
And you know that it’s hella bitches that I'm f- (Find your theory)
You’re nothing like us there’s no discussion
And you know I’m high as fuck, yeah, you know I’m bussin
Yeah I’m off the dilly, yeah, you know that I’m fuckin bussin
And I put hours into my craft, you could never touch it
And I don't ever...
I’m too lost don’t know what to do
Bad bitch and you know she told me "Come through"
Told her "Come up to the spot, I'm tryna, uh"
Yeah and I’m off the fucking drugs
And I’m tryna fuck I don’t really give a fuck
What, what, for what?
Security fucking with me and my friends while I’m on stage
Security fucking with me and my friends while I’m on stage, ah
I’m with phreshboyswag we’re stuck in our ways, ha
I’m so stuck up in my ways, stuck up in my ways
Yeah, everybody knows me, I don’t feel the fame
I don’t feel the fame but I feel the shame
Told her "Come up to the spot, I'm tryna, uh"
Told her "Come up to the spot, I'm tryna, uh"
Told her "Come up to the spot, I'm tryna, uh"
Told her "Come up to the spot, I'm tryna, uh"