Galleria

[Intro]
My weed come in packs

[Verse]
All my weed come in packs, I won't open up no Ziploc
Niggas' clout died, now they out here using like bots
I ain't gotta cock this bitch back, keep one up top
Bro just caught thirty years, he gotta sit 'n rock
They tryna do him bold
Heard you got into it with your bitch, she threw out your clothes
Bag full of buds, when it shake we throw out the extras
I'll get a loan, give me your bank statements, et cetera
I need everything yours
I walk inside Cookies, I need everything here
I'm out here in Seattle, I ain't been since last yеar
You overdue on rent, you ain't paid sincе last month
Nigga, you a kid, can't leave the house past 1:00
Hundred dollar eighth, you talking 'bout pass what?
Niggas had the bag, now they getting passed up
Fuck a five pack, bitch, I need the whole box
I got a strain coming, they just harvesting the crops
I got some money coming every time I hear a knock
That's another sale
A PuA car with twenty thousand just came in the mail
You can't find this drip at Somerset, I hit the Galleria
I just got some head from your bitch, we ain't watch [?]
Told my lil' bro, "Watch your surroundings"
Ran into an opp, I had that nigga heart pounding
Run up fifty, spent it all on a vehicle
Black and yellow stripes on the whip, [?]
Marriott hit, you gotta punch it through Expedia
When I put this bitch in sports mode I'm leaving ya
I have her Gucci head to toe, not that Fashion Nova
Couldn't find no cream, I had to pour up in a Coca-Cola
Dawg be sipping fake juice, he got a hemorrhoid
I guarantee that this check clear, it will not void
If I run into the cops I will not speak
Everyday I make a couple thousand, I don't make Tweets
I be out of town on business, not vacation
Expensive, $200 pasta, it's Cajun
(Spicy, that bitch spicy, yeah, that bitch spicy, spicy)
(Spicy, spicy)