AAAK - Gonna Be A Weekend Lyrics

I'm outside looking for the secretary, bro with me they think he militant
I'm finna trick on this hoe , what you need help paying your rent
I heard a nigga broke ass hell, he only got 50 cents
It's okay bro, you only halfway to a dollar
If you wanna make fast money, Then give me a holla
This nigga riding in the bucket, I'm surprise it even start up
Don't leave yo car layin around my lil cousin, Gon Get Yo Car Took
The pints he tried to sell wasn't even sealed, don't care how that hardt looks
Oh you said you was gonna throw me a deal on Mercedes, I don't care how the car looks
I don't even know why this bitch even upset, it far mis overlooked
Two bad bitches, we gon' set to play, let me have a look
At Night, Creepin up through the bush we gon' have em shook
It's gonna be weekend, I done gave this bitch molly and perks and now, she's geekin
Locked up in the stu all day, This shit time conceiving
I had to cut this bitch off, she was really just time consuming
She tried to tell me she was clean off drugs, but she was back to usin
This nigga just showed me a bunch of pros, and it stopped at susan
I'm stressed the f*ck out tryna smoke the wood, Just pass me the lighter
I'll catch a nigga broad daylight, if he's shoppin at meijer's
They be hatin what i wear, I'm like is this proper attire?
I'll give the nigga drop, before he get to retire
I don't know about my brain, I think I'm losing some wires
I'm always know to keep it low, not cause high suspicion
And only when there's drama, that's the only time you listen
They tried to label me as bad, and just refuse to listen
But all I turn out in the end, was just abused & distant
She'll get any type of drug to get misused, it's different
I know Shits high, it's only havin better awareness
You do anything to get by, just to get misused you careless
I really hate the justice in this shit, ain't had no fairness
I have my cup on the ground, watch where you steppin please
I'm always so f*cked up, only the drugs would check on me
I know a nigga in debt, but can't even pay his insurance fees
This shit stuck with me for life, I don't think there is no curing me
I carol a nigga drink with NyQuil, it just made him go to sleep
I'm out here bread hunting,
You just left to go downtown to ask what the feds wantin
I caught a nigga walking down the street, & got the lead dumpin
I know my team up, I don't have to ask the score
I showed this hoe how to get a bag, she wanna ask for more
I think I done put in her ass, she talkin about her ass is sore
It's a super charged 4 cylinder, that bitch fast for sure
This bitch talking about pray for me, bitch, that's what the pastors for
Bitch, ain't nobody even savin you
Talkin about everybody's fake, but the only one switching lanes is you
Everybody talkin they either want the money or the fame then choose
It's all just the same to me
I didn't even walk up to this hoe, she came to me
Questioning, bro, about the screening process, so I can cheese
I had to cut into my bitch, who she gettin smart with, cause it's not with me
AAAK, Nigga