Local Pool

This lifestyle so fascinatin’

Every day I’m buyin’ clothes just for a fashion statement

See the nigga you fuck with rap but me I actually made it

He shot the club up, 2010, he still incarcerated

Plus he cooperated

And you better get away from all them dog hoes

I be in the crib, smokin’ exotic, watchin’ Narcos

Had to send a real connect, your connect is really Carstone

Get head in the Benz truck, pull up, it’s like a car show

And when you buyin’ a lotta person watch them barcodes

I seen a nigga pull a hunnid cash from Wells Fargo

It was crushed pills in my water, gotta drink the particules

When I’m definitely off them drugs, I be antisocial too

Ask my brother how the bag Kobe he had to coach me through

I know too many niggas play with Fed made local news

Play with us, I’ma put some open wounds on top of open wounds

I was washin’ gun powders off from a local pool

Pumpin’ gas for pocket change, just to keep a bitch

My side hustle from my job, I was fightin’ piss

Fresh in my arm, keep my AP on to ice my wrist

You say you love me but press charges, that’s a dirty bitch

I broke her spine off that moon, she said that’s perky dick

You turn your head, your homie get you that’s how that money get

You ever had that feelin’ that you might OD off Percocets

I used to window shop DT, now I can purchase shit (Hmm)

I can make no niggas love me if they ain’t disbelief

You be so quick to jump at me but scared of the enemy

If you gon’ rap, just make that money, don’t try to be in the streets

Gotta order Uber Eats, we can’t go out to eat

You had that feelin’ in your stomach, you couldn’t go home to eat

He puttin’ the cover over the heater ’cause it’s too cold to sleep

When you can’t run, you gotta throw the bundle

I had the whole hood, geeked out, walk on Adrian Brundle

The whole hood’ll turn on you quick, if you just break a promise

Yeah you’s a goofy, you a lame, you green like iguanas

My chopper dance for real, for real, like NLE Choppa

You gotta watch out for them hoes, tryna pick your pockets

This weed shit got recommended

A hunnid K layin’ around, I had to invest in it

They made weed legal in Illinois, you need a car to get it

So many girls inside a Bundle niggas made it hard to hit it

Got my bitch so bougee, after me it’s gon be hard to hit it

Them lil’ boys can put in work, for all I care we got the city

And we though

My confession I got some head outside the Louis store

And I pour a four, woah, oh-oh

This money got me sayin’ “Oh, oh-oh”

I’m so lit I’m like “Oh, oh-oh”

My heart cold it’s like “Oh, oh, oh”

This money got me sayin’ “Oh, oh-oh”

I’m so lit I’m like “Oh, oh-oh”

My heart cold it’s like “Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh”