Sink or Swim

(Damn, JakeSand) (Rotto) ShittyBoyz Thousand dollar mic, you can probably hear me think Only face za, bougie bitch don't wanna drink Roll full of blues, you might see a couple pink Tryna ride the wave? I hope you ready if you sink Okay, snow bunny, blew her back out, the cat I salute Told her I'm the one but always shitting like the number two I'll ho you if the neck ain't coming, I ain't family, boo You can leave me 'lone or by my lonely when I'm thumbing through Running dog shit up, the only way is towards a million Runtz turned me to a Skywalker, got some force up in me Shoot through whatever, feel like Kobe with the torn achilles Catch me jack catching in yo hood, I got bored with giffies Sleeve Nash, I'll pass this bitch, I got scorers with me Punched the wrong size Amiris, never mind, these sorta fit me Two thousand beans, he ain't gon' count 'em, we gon' short him sixty I think all my opps forgot that I got the torch in Ypsi I'ma see a mil' before I'm fifty I can run it up, I do it swiftly Huh, left that nigga red, we named him "Trippie" Incognito in the store, I'm sliding giffies It ain't no one hitter quitter, BINs smack for combos At the self-scanner dunking chips, Bismack Biyombo Bitch said I'm cheating like I swear I been at the condo Sent her on jack trip and told that bitch, "Stack 'em pronto" Dame Time, what you need? I'll always come through in a clutch Niggas broke for Christmas, tell yo mama that you need a crutch If my bitch look through my phone, she gon' beat me up Seen he had a little dilly chain, got my piece from Hutch I caught him out with girly, that's not his bitch Flat booty bitch, I won't ever switch Big Balenciaga Track.2s, she can't spell my kicks Flashy fucker, I'll up some blues for the hell of it Baby, let me get between, they won't know I hit Dawg swear he getting money, I ain't notice it New method hit for 2K, this bitch so legit That lil' bitch got a hunnid bodies, you was 'posed to hit I really had her in a room hitting notes and shit You ain't never shot a gun but posting sticks A hunnid dollar eighth, you don't smoke this shit A thousand dollar pistol, you don't tote this blick Bitch, ayy A hundred dollar eighth, you don't smoke this shit A thousand dollar pistol, you don't tote this blick Ayy, ShittyBoyz