[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
She can get anything, I mean, you know what I'm sayin'
Like, I ain't gotta say too much, you know what I'm sayin'
She can have that shit, I ain't gon' lie
She ain't gotta say too much, yeah
Okay
(Alright, Stupid Dog)
[Verse]
I ain't gotta- Yeah, okay
I ain't gotta say too much, but she can get anything out of me
I'm tryna clean the bank out, this not a robbery
5 karat earrings, cost a dime a piece
Yeah, I'm fresh out the cleaners without the crease
I just upgraded again, I ain't got the Jeep
I'm gettin' money through the night, I ain't gotta sleep, nigga
I got money like the rappers do, niggas wanna see
I tried to leave the doors open for whoever wanna eat
He think he can get a B without a E
I had to start off with a G before a Z
Had to grind from the bottom, hand and feet
If it's somebody you can trust, the bundle come with a receipt
How her body built, without a bitch, I'm prolly' not complete
I'm prolly' my worst enemy, I'm hard to defeat
You prolly' blow a backwood, I blowed a gob of leaf, yeah
I'm finally gettin' money, I'm beyond relief
Summers comin' in and it exceed what we need
I ain't fucked in a week, you won't believe what I need
I came greased, that's supreme Valvoline
Recappin' in other cities, it look like a battle scene
Tricsh in the wok, sold out, passed a green
I ain't hooked up with a couple college hoes, ask the dean
My name still ring on the glass clean, ask the fiends
My nigga said he wanna rap too, pass the dream
(Come on, yeah)
(You know what I'm sayin')
My nigga said he wanna rap too, pass the dream
Never been a ball hog, ask the team
I did so much in the streets that I'm glad to leave, say
You the type that wouldn't understand, you never had to leave
A couple niggas got too close, got me mad at me (Fuck!)
Who you thinkin' you can trust, I'm askin' me
You tryna get away with gangster shit, nigga acts a G
When out-of-towners hit the northside, they gon' ask for me
Could prolly' catch me at the gas station, actually
(Actually too, bro, like, really, what you doin'?)
Yeah, Could prolly' catch me at the gas station, like, actually
(I'm motivatin' my hood all the time, like, I pull up to do this for them, nigga, like, this plannin')
[Outro]
(Grease)
Grease!
Poetic was written by Louie Ray.
Poetic was produced by StupidDogBeats.