trippy girl

Couple of these blunts I'm feeling lazy

Pick your poison in this hoe

I lost a lot to let go

Grave hit me said you a goat

Yeah it's just me, might pop off might feel a little naughty

Yeah it's just me, might pop edibles in my body

Yeah we elite, bro I'm on top not nobody else

They been begging liv for swag and I told em go make swag yourself

You a fucking west coast cure, bro I'm top shelf

Industry boy, 12 producers, I made this beat myself

If you call me a loser then well yeah that's what you are yourself

Telling me to quit you sitting in the comments by yourself

Trippy girl, don't give a fuck bout money but I'll get some wealth

Mario, popping some bars and can you now see through the cell

Swagged out, cow bag on me and inside there's gas on me like shell

Can't do this shit no more, to me yeah normalcy fucking hell

Like fucking hell oh why you staring, stare staring

Like why you do that shit yeah that shit is insane to me

Hating ass shit, bro it's lame to me

I been playing up on the beat but it's no game to me