BWV (feat. Fivio Foreign)

Great John on the beat, by the way

Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels

Uh, still clutchin' the steel

Still tryna separate fake from the real

And they still tellin' me, "Chill"

Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills

From the bottom, she toppin' me still

I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel

Think I'm racist, all black in the field

Like, "How is he famous still with all the drills?"

Got the juice, I ain't lettin' it spill

I fell back and they mention me still

Whenever we step, it's a hit or a kill

They like, "Sleepy, you trippin', we know that you will"

Uh, bitch, stop tellin' me, "Chill"

Like Danny Glover, I make movies for real

Uh, mama, you good on the bills

And grandma just wanna see that I prevail

Probably mad that I ain't go to Yale

But fuck it, your grandson doin' well

Used to hate that I ain't wear a belt

But I couldn't buy all the drip

Me and bro tryna find us a lick

Shooter Gang, bitch, you know who I'm wit'

We clutchin', like, "Boy, who you runnin' to get?"

Extra clip, she be doublin' it

Same bitch let me fuck, she was dubbin' and shit

Now she see me, she huggin' and shit

She told me she love me, she buggin' and shit

Baby girl got a man, but she wit' it

Uh, just gimme the digits

And call me when he not around, I can kick it

Say he flexin' that bread, but don't spend it

Know me, I might buy you a Birkin for business

Uh, and baby, you know how I'm livin'

So I can't be trustin' these **** and women

Can't be trustin' these — look

Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels

Uh, still clutchin' the steel

Still tryna separate fake from the real

And they still tellin' me, "Chill"

Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills

From the bottom, she toppin' me still

I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel

Yeah, huh

She already know how I feel (She do)

I take her to one of them places (I do)

He a killer, he got one of them faces

Come with the pussy, I come with the payment

She ain't comin' if she under the ages (Nah)

Uh-uh, I call Gino and he come with an Asian

Yeah, I'm off the Perc', yeah, I'm goin' through phases (Look)

****, I'm over the standin' ovations (Uh)

I want money, not congratulations

You better find somebody else to play with

'Cause the killers runnin' out of patience (Baow)

And a **** like me (A **** like me)

You'll never see a **** like me (Nah)

I take care of home and I deal with the streets

And I never mix the business with beef (Nah)

That's like the number one rule (It is)

I took care of the kids and I made it look cool

I battle demons in my sleep, I wake up and help 'em make it to school (Huh, yeah)

Huh, I wake up and help 'em make it to school

Gettin' high got me stuck in my feels

Uh, still clutchin' the steel (Baow)

Still tryna separate fake from the real (Yeah)

And they still tellin' me, "Chill"

Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills (Yeah)

From the bottom, she toppin' me still

I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel (Nah)