STATE LINES

[Verse]
I call my runner
Tell him pull up to the store
Bitch, you tweaking
You think I don’t got my pole?
I was tweaking on her
Way before I had a roll
Hitting licks
Juuging and finessing at the store
Pull up PayPal
Trying to run me up a band or two
I can see it in your fucking eyes
Ain’t no man in you
Dropped out, got straight to a bag
What you plan to do?
Crossing state lines
Pray they let me get the cannon through
Ain’t no manners for no bitch
That my mama don’t know
If I lost it, I get it back
I hit the lotto before
Still with the same gang
But we trying to go pro
We just trying to go big
I hit the block
Cop a fresh white tee out the whip
I ain’t got no plans, baby
Why you tweaking and shit?
Gotta watch out for them folk
That be policing and shit
We deep in the trenches
Just looking for some beef in this bitch
Swear to God
They even look this fucking way
Then we gone spark it up
Took a couple L’s
Took it on the chin
Had to chalk it up
I know you still think about me daily
You ain’t talking nothing
40 on my hip
Clip poking while I’m walking dumb
In the 02
Probably trying to make some M’s move
One way down the wrong way
He gone miss me
Yeah, I said I wouldn’t do it
But it’s tempting
We just trying to make it out
You ain’t even attempting

[Outro]
(We just trying to make it out)
(You ain’t even attempting)