I CARRY MINE!

[Intro]

Tank God

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]

In the back of my lac' ('Lac), with two hoes that's tryna kick it

Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (Yeah)

Lit like Thomas Edison (Yeah), I count a lot of Benjamin's

I pour a little medicine, and I ball all my measurements (Yeah)

In the back of my lac' ('Lac), with two hoes that's tryna kick it

Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (Yeah)

Lit like Thomas Edison, I count a lot of Benjamin's

I pour a little medicine (Yeah), and I ball all my measurements

[Post-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]

I carry mine (Back-back-back)

I carry mine, I carry mine (Doo-doo-doot)

[Verse: Chris King]

I'm heartbreaker but I'm sippin' all the timе

Shoot out the roof and then I hit him in his spine

I'll knock a bitch down, I don't carе about her size

Lil' nigga's a birthday, I got a wrapped surprise

Take a couple Henny shots, now a nigga paralyzed

We break the rules, nigga, we don't comply

We break the law for a piece of the pie

I'm a rockstar 'til the day I die

Hol' up, get to feel like a playground, my niggas gon' slide

Put a bitch on her knees, like I get me sign

Young Yaweh, you bitches, his face look like mine

Hol' up, grippin' the chopper like Malcom X, peak through the blinds

Watchin' the smile, it might you leave blind

I think that Johnny Dang must took his time

Hol' up, I came from butcher stone, it wasn't VVS

All of my niggas was DVS

I got prescriptions more than a CVS

A nigga got pills but I think it's pressed

I was broke as a joke, you haven't seen a debt

Now I got money, I need to flex

I fly in snotty nose like a fighter jet

Tell me where the lighter at

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]

In the back of my lac' (Back, back), with two hoes that's tryna kick it

Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (That 14)

Lit like Thomas Edison (Hol' up), I count a lot of Benjamin's

I pour a little medicine, and I ball all my measurements

In the back of my lac', with two hoes that's tryna kick it

Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest

Lit like Thomas Edison, I count a lot of Benjamin's

I pour a little medicine and I ball all my measurements

[Post-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]

I carry mine

I carry mine