I be on that lsd
Tripping all week
Shit ain't sweet
We gon catch him where he sleep
When we reap call me grim reaper
Smoking grim reefer
In the damn bleachers
With a cool heater
Taking golden teachers
In the back with a mac
Forty on me run it back
You ain't tough you get clapped
And I stay with the strap
Doing drugs in the back
Yea I know she want my racks
Always keep a fucken stack
Play with me and you get whacked
And I'm off a bean tryna figure out where I'm at
I stay with the team we keep the heat you don't want that
And I'm sippin lean dirty fanta bitch I'm on that
I ain't with the fake shit I ain't gonna call back
Got a brand new beamer bitch I pull up in a all black
And she fuck with me so she askin me where I'm at
I'm a goth boy so I'm wearing all black aye
Louie on me ripped jeans cost me twenty racks aye
I'm the real king of this mother fucking rap aye
Run up on me I had to send his body back
Aye aye
Aye aye
Aye
Bitch it's veins make it rain
Bitch I'm dripping like cocaine
Bitch I just do my thing
I don't wanna feel no pain
I just wanna chill mane
Flying on a private plane
While you're bitch give me brain
Money going up aye
I don't take my time what the fuck why would I wait
Do a couple lines then I feel like it's my fate
When I'm off a bar I can't feel then I'm all straight
Bitch I'm gonna ball I don't care about what y'all say
Bitch I'm gonna ball I don't care about what y'all say