UNCHARTED (feat. Grunch)

A$H; Dangerous

Yeah, I was up in blues in fifties, I was up in blues

More blues than a fuckin' cruise, more blues than a motherfuckin' sea

Bitch, I had to peep that you hoes really don't want me for me

Want me for my cheese, like damn, want me for my cheese

Bitch, yeah, stop callin' me like I'm the one

You is not the one for me, do not get me started, nah

Too many bitches on my line, I told her decline, you bother me

Cold like it isn't a hundred degrees, yes, I did a hundred in speed

And I sit in the dark in the V

At least give me a little credit

You know you got your style from me (A$H)

Y'all don't wanna support me

Guess that's really how that be, I don't know how y'all can't see that

Everything I say, it be facts, and you gotta go re-read that

Then I hot box and go to sleep on them, 'cause these n****s sleepin' on me

We bout' to turn up the summer, just peep, we bout' to turn up the summer, just peep

All of the vibes just comin' with me, I'm bout' to turn up the summer, just peep

I'm bout' to turn up the summer, just peep

Making more green than fucking trees, making more green than

300 feet, I jump in the water, 300 feet, I'm divin

To the ground, don't know if I can stop it, all the shit I created

And then I lost it, bitch, I had to discarded

Bitch, I jump out the bridge, yeah, I fuckin' dive and that's on me

Bitch, I jump in the water, Cartier, I came out the water

You thought that I'd fallen like bitch, I came much farther

No, I didn't die, needed a minute just to get my charge up

Now you say you proud of me, I need that back then, ah damn

Brain I'm mad, I lost it, now I'm in the video game Uncharted

Bitch, my drip uncharted, you can't find that shit with a fuckin' map

So stop fuckin' lookin' for it, like Sofaygo said, it's off the map

Bitch, I ain't gettin' towards it, and your bitch is bottom five

No, I don't wanna apologize, catch the smoke on my damn tires

Bitch, I got the Drake, call me Nathan Drake

From Uncharted, I be NaughtyDoggin' your bitch

It's all fallin' on her face, hit a stain, what the fuck, bitch

Hoppin' in that Benz, now I'm that **** you can't fuck with

Ayy, huh, get your bread right, huh, get your bread right, sippin' Faygo

Go, stay gettin' paid by the time you see my fuckin' estate

Huh, huh, got a lot of bitches on my dick, on my dick, fuck you want me to say

Ayy, huh, said I'm Nathan Drake, lil' ****, I got the Drake, got the Draco

Pussy boy claimin' he want smoke, she let me hit, she a good hoe

Runnin' up racks with my main shyt, not my old shyt, 'cause that bitch slow

I was up in blues in fifties, I stay up, I'm totin' semis

I live on my own, bitch, hit me, come on over, have some Henny

I been smokin' dope, these **** Snapchat dealers, you ain't Benji

I'ma need a bitch to ride for me like Selena do Benny

Fuck do you mean, I be on my shit, ****

Whatchu wanna do, I got your rent up on my wrist, bruh

Yeah, I was up in blues in fifties, I was up in blues

More blues than a fuckin' cruise, more blues than a motherfuckin' sea

Bitch, I had to peep that you hoes really don't want me for me

Want me for my cheese, like damn, want me for my cheese

Bitch, yeah, stop callin' me like I'm the one

You is not the one for me, do not get me started, nah

Too many bitches on my line, I told her decline, you bother me

Cold like it isn't a hundred degrees, yes, I did a hundred in speed

And I sit in the dark in the V