Living Room

[Verse]
Me and my niggas, we moving them kilos
Never gon' switch on my brother, that's too low
You want bread, get up off your culo, betting bread with my nigga Kula
No, they can't juke us, so many niggas acting like they knew us
Ruger with a clip finna do them, nigga thinking that he finna do us
Got a bag, nigga, you deluded, niggas on my dick like they fruity
I took his bitch, slap the booty, my bitch the baddest, she the rudest
My bitch the baddest, but you knew this, she taking clothes off like a nudist
Them boys not sweet, boy, leave you clueless
And that's my flow lil brah that you took off with
Your wallet hurting, bruh, pretty bitches in the living room, I still pick Indica
That's where the love is at