[Chorus]
More commas, I just want more guala, yeah (more guala)
(I’m blind to the bullshit)
My vision blurry, and we livin’ in a hurry though (in a hurry)
(Yeah, I’m blind to the bullshit)
Let em’ talk, we call shots up top, bitch (on top)
(Yeah, I’m blind to the bullshit)
I’m in my own lane, yeah I do my own thang (own thang)
[Verse 1]
Fuck the drama, I don't wanna hear none of that (none of that)
Shout out to the gang, we runnin’ that (runnin' that)
Where my duffle at? That's gon’ be a hundred flat (hundred flat)
We bust a play, pray we safe, and then we run it back
Fake friends smile in faces, I got sick of that (so sick)
Now everybody wanna favor (is that right?)
I just opened up the FoodSaver (opened up the FoodSaver)
Yeah we rollin’ up the new flavors
Yeah, shout out to my haters, I'm just chillin' in Jamaica, smokin’
Yeah, they wanna bust my head open, 'cause they bread bad
They ain't doin’ good, I got a .40 on me, shit I wish you would
I’m in my own lane, I'm tryin' to do my own thang
Old school, candy paint, yeah with the gold thangs
Drunk drivin', yeah we takin' up both lanes
I'm blind to the bullshit, but we be with the bullshit, Bern
More commas, I just want more guala, yeah (more guala)
(I’m blind to the bullshit)
My vision blurry, and we livin’ in a hurry though (in a hurry)
(Yeah, I’m blind to the bullshit)
Let em’ talk, we call shots up top, bitch (on top)
(Yeah, I’m blind to the bullshit)
I’m in my own lane, yeah I do my own thang (own thang)
[Verse 1]
Fuck the drama, I don't wanna hear none of that (none of that)
Shout out to the gang, we runnin’ that (runnin' that)
Where my duffle at? That's gon’ be a hundred flat (hundred flat)
We bust a play, pray we safe, and then we run it back
Fake friends smile in faces, I got sick of that (so sick)
Now everybody wanna favor (is that right?)
I just opened up the FoodSaver (opened up the FoodSaver)
Yeah we rollin’ up the new flavors
Yeah, shout out to my haters, I'm just chillin' in Jamaica, smokin’
Yeah, they wanna bust my head open, 'cause they bread bad
They ain't doin’ good, I got a .40 on me, shit I wish you would
I’m in my own lane, I'm tryin' to do my own thang
Old school, candy paint, yeah with the gold thangs
Drunk drivin', yeah we takin' up both lanes
I'm blind to the bullshit, but we be with the bullshit, Bern
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