No Sleep Robb Bank$

[Intro]
I think I might be happy
Drank got me dehydrated
My nigga Moose
Like a mothafucker
Eh, eh, eh, eh

[Hook]
40 pointed on me, no creep
Six xans on me, no sleep
And I’m like, “Long live Peep”
And I smoke the whole grabba leaf
My bitch say she not in love with me
‘Bout to give that bitch back, she belong to the streets
Just poured two lines, that codeine flavoured peach
Lil bitch, you lost your mind, tryna play around with a G

[Verse 1]
Say you getting them Ms and you can’t count it (cap)
Your drip not from a stylist (cap)
You don’t let these niggas try you (cap)
That pussy don’t got no mileage (cap)
Your clout level 100 (cap)
Smashed that and she loved it (cap)
Your album wasn’t garbage (cap)
They didn’t up that pistol on you (cap)
But it ain’t Phone indecisive (cap)
Drive blue ones, drive the white one (cap)
See every thot and I can’t ride it
Been too high, but I think I like it
I’ma make you suck that dick, don’t bite it
I just bought a yellow Cuban link, dip it white
I’ma pop a perc, start itching, get violent
TV dinner push your thighs to a side dish (SSET)