Aye aye aye
I got all this money on me that I never want it
But i'm making all this daily so i'm gonna stunt it
Blow some tree then call her up
Bitch I don't love you i'm just trying to f*ck
You want a bag well you out of luck
She hit my line saying hey whats up
Bitch I don't care got me hanging up
You want a lick i'm staying out of touch
Yeah I run up a bag
We run up a rack
She ride too fast
You gotta relax
Yeah I guess that's really how it goes
Never really know how the f*ck I wanna flow yeah
I've been laying low for a little minute now
Swear to god i'm a god, I gotta get it now
Every time that i'm out I swear i'm fitted now
I feel like destiny's child i got it figured out
I'm fighting demons i'm perceiving things i can't pronounce
In fact i'm fiending catch me dreaming like I smoked the ounce
Feel like i'm higher than god and yes I love the facade
But i'm just doing my job that's what i'm rapping bout
Eye.eye, eyes closed world spinning
I don't got a blindfold
Iphone been ringing in my veins its ice cold
Tidal wave, i'm gone get the green that make me write away
Stay away, I might make a verse I got no time to stay
Run it up, I don't feel the cup
Bottles just enough
Double up ounces turn to dust
All up in my guts
Fall over move slower fallen like a toy soldier
Live high, die sober, bitch i'm just too bipolar
I might just crash but i bounce back, in and out
I want the bag but i still want another ounce
If i get it back watch me do the dash then i'm out
That's what i'm rapping bout
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Aye aye aye
I got all this money on me that I never want it
But i'm making all this daily so i'm gonna stunt it
Blow some tree then call her up
Bitch I don't love you i'm just trying to f*ck
You want a bag well you out of luck
She hit my line saying hey whats up
Bitch I don't care got me hanging up
You want a lick i'm staying out of touch
Yeah I run up a bag
We run up a rack
She ride too fast
You gotta relax
Yeah I guess that's really how it goes
Never really know how the f*ck I wanna flow yeah
I've been laying low for a little minute now
Swear to god i'm a god, I gotta get it now
Every time that i'm out I swear i'm fitted now
I feel like destiny's child i got it figured out
I'm fighting demons i'm perceiving things i can't pronounce
In fact i'm fiending catch me dreaming like I smoked the ounce
Feel like i'm higher than god and yes I love the facade
But i'm just doing my job that's what i'm rapping bout
Eye.eye, eyes closed world spinning
I don't got a blindfold
Iphone been ringing in my veins its ice cold
Tidal wave, i'm gone get the green that make me write away
Stay away, I might make a verse I got no time to stay
Run it up, I don't feel the cup
Bottles just enough
Double up ounces turn to dust
All up in my guts
Fall over move slower fallen like a toy soldier
Live high, die sober, bitch i'm just too bipolar
I might just crash but i bounce back, in and out
I want the bag but i still want another ounce
If i get it back watch me do the dash then i'm out
That's what i'm rapping bout
I got all this money on me that I never want it
But i'm making all this daily so i'm gonna stunt it
Blow some tree then call her up
Bitch I don't love you i'm just trying to f*ck
You want a bag well you out of luck
She hit my line saying hey whats up
Bitch I don't care got me hanging up
You want a lick i'm staying out of touch
Yeah I run up a bag
We run up a rack
She ride too fast
You gotta relax
Yeah I guess that's really how it goes
Never really know how the f*ck I wanna flow yeah
I've been laying low for a little minute now
Swear to god i'm a god, I gotta get it now
Every time that i'm out I swear i'm fitted now
I feel like destiny's child i got it figured out
I'm fighting demons i'm perceiving things i can't pronounce
In fact i'm fiending catch me dreaming like I smoked the ounce
Feel like i'm higher than god and yes I love the facade
But i'm just doing my job that's what i'm rapping bout
Eye.eye, eyes closed world spinning
I don't got a blindfold
Iphone been ringing in my veins its ice cold
Tidal wave, i'm gone get the green that make me write away
Stay away, I might make a verse I got no time to stay
Run it up, I don't feel the cup
Bottles just enough
Double up ounces turn to dust
All up in my guts
Fall over move slower fallen like a toy soldier
Live high, die sober, bitch i'm just too bipolar
I might just crash but i bounce back, in and out
I want the bag but i still want another ounce
If i get it back watch me do the dash then i'm out
That's what i'm rapping bout