6 Figure Trips Berner (Ft. Cozmo)

[Intro: Berner]
Yeah
Coz, what up?
Yeah
Oh, we gon' bring it back to that Weekend at Bernie's vibe
This old school, man, 2009 shit

[Verse 1: Bermer]
Ayy, keep your eyes out my pockets, beggars make me sick
That boy lost in the bottle, can't control his own clique
Boy, I'm mainy with a clean 380, I won't miss
Yeah, Biscotti's played out, I'd rather smoke Cheetah Piss
European whips but my bucket ride smoother
In a car full of shooters, paranoid while I maneuver
Your bitch look good but all the homies ran through her
Pass the big homie up, used to treat me like a loser, wow
This the sound your favorite artist run from
The real shit for the slum, rub the dope on my gums
A-1 pink coke in a mink coat
I couldn't be broke, I'm burning clean smoke
Trust me, they don't love me, they just wanna see me fall
But it's like I hit a lick every single fall
Outdoor dips, greenhouse boomin'
The whole block smell when my shit start bloomin'
Seven acres had my whole team eatin'
'Til the shit got popped, he was sendin' work to Cleveland
I tried to tell the homies keep it on the low
When the money come, everybody know