[Chorus]
Risked my life, I found a safer route, I'm in the booth until I make it
Put it in, and don't wanna take it out, I just wanna leave it in you baby
Selling bowls until I make it out, I'm somewhere trapping where it's vacant
Dropping bags just tryna' get shit gone, I swear the trenches drive me crazy
All this guap, I might just drop the top off of that four-door coupe Mercedes
Brand new Prezi sitting on my left wrist, bust down Carti for my lady
Hit the show, you know I'm rocking out, we got choppas like the Navy
Switch my flow, they try to copy now I make it hard to imitate me
[Verse]
Rollie my wrist, all my opps they be broke as a bitch
I'mma go grab that Patek Philippe
200 bowls once they come in, I break down the load
'Cause I'm going to get it gone in a week
Hatin' on me, once I wake up, I'm poppin my shit
I just made me some racks in my sleep
Flyer than jet when I walk out I'm fresh as a bitch
All this mud in my cup got me gone (uh)
All this mud in my cup got me gone
I just dirtied my Sprite, what a hell of a night
I just might put her name in my song
You look good in that dress, but I'm taking it off in the Maybach can't wait 'til we home
I done put shit to rest, foul him out, call the ref
Don't disturb me when I'm in my zone
Call me crazy But I need you baby when I'm high off perkies and I'm feeling alone
Millions coming and I can feel it now and I'mma hit the top
I feel that shit in my bone
Rap don't work then I'mma hit the trap
I grab a thousand packs and run up racks on the phone
Pour up wocky, hear my soda pop even when I'm on the clock I still get high as a drone
Risked my life, I found a safer route, I'm in the booth until I make it
Put it in, and don't wanna take it out, I just wanna leave it in you baby
Selling bowls until I make it out, I'm somewhere trapping where it's vacant
Dropping bags just tryna' get shit gone, I swear the trenches drive me crazy
All this guap, I might just drop the top off of that four-door coupe Mercedes
Brand new Prezi sitting on my left wrist, bust down Carti for my lady
Hit the show, you know I'm rocking out, we got choppas like the Navy
Switch my flow, they try to copy now I make it hard to imitate me
[Verse]
Rollie my wrist, all my opps they be broke as a bitch
I'mma go grab that Patek Philippe
200 bowls once they come in, I break down the load
'Cause I'm going to get it gone in a week
Hatin' on me, once I wake up, I'm poppin my shit
I just made me some racks in my sleep
Flyer than jet when I walk out I'm fresh as a bitch
All this mud in my cup got me gone (uh)
All this mud in my cup got me gone
I just dirtied my Sprite, what a hell of a night
I just might put her name in my song
You look good in that dress, but I'm taking it off in the Maybach can't wait 'til we home
I done put shit to rest, foul him out, call the ref
Don't disturb me when I'm in my zone
Call me crazy But I need you baby when I'm high off perkies and I'm feeling alone
Millions coming and I can feel it now and I'mma hit the top
I feel that shit in my bone
Rap don't work then I'mma hit the trap
I grab a thousand packs and run up racks on the phone
Pour up wocky, hear my soda pop even when I'm on the clock I still get high as a drone
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