Lyrics

Ayo, I been on Sapping energy Run the electric bill up Brain gone But a body of work remains I keep that thing on Blood thinned beyond the pale Soak it up like a tampon Fuck the racket, we ball My dude, this ain't no ping pong Uh! Stretch the wax 'fore i seal my blunt Labels keep asking if I'll piece my cut - hoping to bleed me dry and then leave abrupt An industry of dicks trynna eat mine up Y'all can eat my butt Turn around then proceed to receive my nut You must be off a bean trynna thief my funds and deplete my gust Hollup, ho-ho-hollup now, hollup Hate the game, then put down the controller Rav and Bill smoke a pound of that doja Then pounce on the mic til the album is over The city steeped in fetish Squeezing endocrines Every corner fills desires I'm trynna pinpoint mine, exo Woah! Fo's on it! Blue inside the rear view how it strobe! You all up in my ear just talking shit that you don't know! What the fuck you smoking? Know that shit ain't in my pack! What the fuck you smoking? Know that shit ain't in my pack! I need three more strikes (okay!) I got froze in the pack (okay!) 18s on the whip (okay!) Tell your mans he ain't shit That's word to bankroll The scope look like kano This denim feel like wintertime Bust it down gon gimme mines On 57, I been the man since jump street Spin your block til it's lunch meat You get mad stabs like a krump beat I been dumb sleep What's the tag say? I got the shit I might cop a house I might cop a whip All you pocket watchers get to watching this I'm on fire Daytons on the white wall tires You bought it? It's coming from me What do you see in this? Potential These instruments being instrumental You not touching me in this It's simple It's follow-through to an end game Who you talking to? I'm not stopping you If it's in your brain or sitting in your chest I want it in my ears and we can see who pressed 45 in the bucket Fuck it X-pac: she gon suck it Put another gold grill in my budget Slime, I done broke a seal and I'm buzzin' I got no ceilings Woah! Fo's on it! Blue inside the rear view how it strobe! You all up in my ear just talking shit that you don't know! What the fuck you smoking? Know that shit ain't in my pack! What the fuck you smoking? Know that shit ain't in my pack!
Writer(s): Bill Nettles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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