HURACHES (feat. SMOKEDOPE2016)

I just feel like you

Finna walk out that door

I just feel like you

Dont even want me no more

Just wait til im on tour

See me posted up

Bnb full of whores

Gibby got them quaaludes

Fucked up on the floor

Moncler jacket so fat looks like im eating more

Coke white huraches

I got bitches off the oxy

I wont do no drugs with you

I get scared and i get bossy

Coke white kicks just like narcotics in my closet

I be in new york so fitted up you see me in clogposites i got

6 figures in my bank my whip like a tank

Bro do graffiti blood red just like paint

Just like paint

You can catch me in the paint

On the block or shooting tres

Either way i j it in your face

Ptsd from all this l inside me

Look down at the ground it move too much my heart start pounding

Presence of you it feels like my whole world is drowning

Check out my shoes im super dripped out like a fountain