Glass Bowls

If you ain't with it bitch, get the fuck gone

Yeah, uh

Yeah, uh uh

Same mo'fucka you frontin'

Better watch that back door

Ain't no lean but let that money slim out they gon' act poor

I was in the L poor

Like some m n' bap doe

Unc bussin' down the loosie he don't fuck wit' glass bowls

Dreams to nightmares when lil' bro died wish I was right there

So much money comin' I knew somethin' wasn't right here

Or wasn't finna be

I could feel the energy

Plain oats for breakfast we ain't have no fuckin' cinnamon

Went from thrift jeans to VETEMENTS

Play wit' rock like sediments

I be wit' my dead friends

Ain't no damn Benjamin's

Lost dem boys now money don't even feel right when I'm countin'

I just wish my bruddas was here to count that shit

Like god say; be grateful

I be tryin' dawg I be tryin'

(I be tryin' bitch I be tryin' yeah I be tryin')

Bitch I be tryin' not to crash

I be tryin' not to spazz

I be tryin' for that bag

Nah Ion' be trying I be gettin' to it

Ion be trying I be gettin' to it

Yeah I dont be tryin', I be

I just hit the stove residue on me you can tell

Contact got me smacked but I hate the way it smell

Walk out hit the porch got dem bowls and my bail

Might just start a business how they flyin' off the shelves

You a worker I'll have you in the trap just like an elf

Slidin' from the L all the way down to the Dale

I been grindin' so damn much you would think a cracka on a rail

Fill his whip with shells (huh) just like Mario

Ls walk up out the buildin' where the party go?

Bitch I'm with the 2s leave ya shitty number 2 but I ain't drawin' tho

Barrel it's already starin' at you what you drawin' for

This shit cost an arm and leg, arm 'n hammer bakin' soda

Took 2 hours to cook my first 31 dat bih kept quakin' over

Wide body this bih migh' hurt somebody dis bih keep shakin' on me

All this chicken, I feel like the fry man

Big stick I'm walking round like I'm a blind man

Ion even need no watch they know I'm on that time man

Tony Hawk, bitch I'm always on that grind man

Ridin' through yo hood with this fuckin' Iron Man

Bitch I feel like Iron Man wit' dis Iron Man

Same mo'fucka you frontin'

Better watch that back door

Ain't no lean but let that money slim out they gon' act poor

I was in the L poor

Like some m n' bap doe

Unc bussin' down the loosie he don't fuck wit' glass bowls

Dreams to nightmares when lil' bro died wish I was right there

So much money comin' I knew somethin' wasn't right here

Or wasn't finna be

I could feel the energy

Plain oats for breakfast we ain't have no fuckin' cinnamon

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