(Good luck wasting your life)
[Intro]
I'm sick and tired of there motherfuckers you know what I'm sayin'?
Always talking 'bout how they this and they that
You know what I'm sayin'?
But ain't this shit- ain't me though (Woah, woah, woah! )
Let's go! (We're sorry)
[Verse 1]
Bad lil bitch from the tropics
She wanna fuck
What the topic?
Just take it right off me
I'm in off-white with narcotics
All in my pack with the robins
Be stepping so softly
I'ma do me, that's regardless
Don't give a fuck how you rock
Bitch, you know how I'm coming
I'm in the VIP and still got it
Pound in the whip, smell exotic
We smoking y'all homies
Run up be catching that body
Pull up
The Glock like a Rari
I'm skrrting ‘em off me
Trapping my phone never silent
That ho keep ringing and ringing
Ya bitch keep on calling
Just told Lil P that I'm balling
He said you know that I got you
I;ll kill if they talking
Just got some bricks, I'ma wash it
Breaking it down like Mufasa
I lie ‘em in coffins
Just copped me a pint of some wock
I'm sleep walking
Lil woadie gon' hop out
Police gotta chalk it
Keep popping these 30’s
And walking on water
I'm off in New Orleans with killers and homies
Be thinking it's sweet and they biting the hardest
We folding ‘em up like a mac
Hit the target
I'm rolling off molly, my jaw keep on locking
I know that you see me but, bitch, keep it walking
We spinning ya block
Leave a opp
Stephen Hawking
They lying
They talking
I hear it too often
I move how I want
But proceed me with caution
Go drag ‘em in creeks, now we call that boy Dawson
New feet on the whip
Yeah, you know that I'm flossing
I just flew a bitch to get fucked down from Austin
I need some more zaza, don't care what it's costing
It's Grey to the grave so you know I'm exhausted
[Interlude]
“..Yeah you know I'm fucking tired
Of you bitch ass motherfuckers
Always acting like you need something
From me. Ya know what I'm saying…
Where the fuck was you ?”
[Verse 2]
Cool lil hoe get it popping
I'm in the field like a lineman
Be loaded, no cocking
Louis V holding that rocket
All of that hate, you should stop it
I'm grinding these options
Pussy keep coming correct
I'm at the front of they neck
One move and I'm gliding
Cooling kit came with the tec
Promise I'm splitting ya head
No aiming at bodies
Doing the dash in a 'Vette
And I'm sliding
My woe scraping forgis
No tripping we riding
I'm doubling back
Ain't no ducking, no hiding
That kimber like walker
I'm leaking ya noggin
A four of the quag
Got me dripping and drowning
I fully the Glock with the switch
Get from 'round it
I'm passing ya block with no mask and I'm bout it
He lit like a bounty, still counting up homies
I know what I'm doing, I know how I got it
That F&N popping so really no problems
I curve all my ex’s and fuck on these models
Pull up in a tesla, we hydra-shok rocking
Lil ma get the extra ten thousand for shopping
A hundred some p’s, I know what I'm copping
Exotic my weed, I'm smoking that proper
Whats up with ya hoe? I heard she a bopper
No, let's get into it, got scripts like a doctor
That chopper be beating ‘em up like a boxer
Feel like I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm kicking and robbing
Ain't saving no hoe, that shit ain't a option
Been passing all-day and I ain't seen you out it
Smoke lift out the Audi if you got a problem
These labels gone pay me or I get to wilding
It's Grey to the grave so you know that I'm dying
