Wastin’ My Min

[Chorus]
I'm still, shit
Waiting on you to pull up
I'm tryna smoke some
I'm tryna roll
I'm still, shit
Waiting on you to pull up
I'm tryna smoke the dope
I'm tryna roll
Hop in the whip, and I'm sliding
I'ma up that Glick, if we riding
Hop in the whip, and I'm sliding
I'ma up that Glick, if we riding

[Chorus]
All types of shit, we do all types of shit
Riding with them sticks, boy we riding [?]
I can't trust a bitch, I will never trust a ho
I can't trust a soul, nigga that's just how it go
I got gas, like a Citgo nigga pass it for the low
I got pounds, I got zips, nigga what'chu need though?
Quarter pound, you could flip
That'll be a stack, though
Told my nigga, load the clips
Then the hitter kick doors
I'ma count the bread while the fucking plane come
Blew the pack, right there
Put the money right here
Flying through the air like I'm Buzz Lightyear
I been had the swag, did this shit for lightyears
Flexing with the bag, OG gas, right here
I been hittin' gas, did this shit, right here
Niggas stealing swag, shoot 'em with the AK
Said he got some gas, pull up, let it spray

[Chorus]
I'm still, shit
Waiting on you to pull up
I'm tryna smoke some
I'm tryna roll
I'm still, shit
Waiting on you to pull up
I'm tryna smoke the dope
I'm tryna roll
Hop in the whip, and I'm sliding
I'ma up that Glick, if we riding
Hop in the whip, and I'm sliding
I'ma up that Glick, if we riding