Lyrics
Ayy, smokin' on some beans, you're not smoking THC
I be on the shit that none of y'all have ever seen (ayy)
Cut off my last ho' that bitch was too much of a fiend
I hit licks with my left, with my right you catch a scheme
These rappers beg for fees, but I charge 'em 'cause they lame (ayy)
Goth ho' coolin' with me geekin off MDMA (ayy)
Argue with a bitch say she got nothin' to say
I might with the opps, 'cause I just caught me a skate (ayy)
Show up to yo' street, all these pussies actin' shocked
My bitch with double D's, on the bottom and the top
That bitch freaky as fuck, she wanna do tricks on this cock
Never catch me sober, go nowhere without this pot (ayy)
Nеver catch me lacking, go nowherе without this Glock
Pull up on some blocks, get to popping, make it hot
They can't leave they home, they got fear of getting shot
Runnin' out the function, getting chased by the cops
Wanna run top from the opps
Stand here talking shit say you know what this is
'Cause they chase up on my six
And I-I can't go to sleep
And it's not about how you make me feel so cheap
I'm like, "What is wrong with me?" not that bitch I can keep
I'm like bitch to bitch, I don't know which to fuckin' keep
And you wanna be my friend, but I know you don't like me
You gon' stab me in the back and leave me to fuckin' bleed
I don't wanna talk to you bitch, you want my seed
And causing my problems every single night
Written by: Odin Olsen
