(Verse 1: Nettspend)
Bitch i get high, then forget what happen
Uh, you don't get high, yeah you fucking cappin
I'm in my lyrics and i'm rappin bout what fucking happen
I could care less bout the up and coming, already droppin
I'm in my bag boy, yeah, cannot forget what happen
Long live my fucking brother, that shit shouldn't happen
I could care less bout the media, talking bout what happen
I was in the same spot and we still rappin
Dior's on my feet, i'm a dope runner
You ain't got no swag, you a swag stealer
Seen my cousin and he told me i got taller
Said i'm sorry, i ain't seen you to hang more, i've been bothered
I've been bothered by the people i've been smothered
And you all up on my dick and you wonder why i'm bothered
Bother
Oooh, ohhhh
(Verse 2: Glosuka)
Off 2, imma tote 1
Off a pill and it's so fun
Where the hoe? yeah the weird one
And she think it's funny how i walk around like no one
Pull up with the bros and you know we get it in, ah
Knocking on my door, bro i still don't let em in, ah
Smoking on some pot, that shit hit me in the chin, ah
I just saw my cuzzo and he said that i got bigger
Talking down on name, i gotta pull the trigger
I'm just looking at my bank and now i see like 15 figures
I'm just pouring up some drank and then that shit it give me hiccups
I got some fame and now they saying that i switched up
Yeah this bitch tryna show some, lil' bitch yeah they know us
Told my bro "can you roll some?"
Gonna hit the scene, cameras flashing when we show up