Binoculars

Trap Author on the beat, bitch
Author (bang)
Author (bang, skrr)
Author
Author (bang-bang)
(Trap) Author (bang-bang-bang)
Charles baby, you ain't 'bout it
Yoh biby, Charles baby, you ain't baby

I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm (it looks like an arm)
So much toke, you'd think I got a farm
But please do not try me, I'm armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin' with armored trucks
'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya (bang-bang)
You will see it on binoculars (bang-bang)

See I collect, royalties be in mine
High off the dope, I woke up, where am I?
Shoot a nigga down, splat, Where the Shamwow?
You already know the racks, I bought him out

When you talkin' Chief Keef, do me a favor, watch your teeth
Goin', "Skrrt, skrrt", pull up, where you be?
I'm under the influence, behind the wheel
Man, I'm always high as fuck, I ain't got no chills

I close the curtains in my mind (my mind)
I close the bitches like they're blinds (bang-bang)
I close the windows when I smoke
Now you see me, now you don't (bang-bang)

I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm (it looks like an arm)
So much toke, you'd think I got a farm
But please do not try me, I'm armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin' with armored trucks
'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya (bang-bang)
You will see it on binoculars (bang-bang)

I close the curtains in my crib
Like everyone know where I live
But I'm secluded and I got an army
You sippin' red Ruben and I sip that Barney, bang

I hit the bank 'bout 20 times a day
The shit I'm sippin', it's dirty, it's wine, no way
The shit I'm smokin', it ain't normal
Ain't talkin' 'bout the smell, boy, I'm talkin' 'bout the form of it, bang

You know I be smokin' that loud
You can smell it if your nose was stopped up
I try to drive the speed limit now
Just in case the police stop us

I close the curtains in my car
My joint looks like an arm (it looks like an arm)
So much toke, you'd think I got a farm
But please do not try me, I'm armed
I will do ya lots of harm
You better off fuckin' with armored trucks
'Cause we is gon' skyrocket ya
You will see it on binoculars (bang-bang)

Author, Author
(Author, Author)
I close the curtains in my mind (bang-bang)
I close the bitches like they're blinds (bang-bang)
I close the window when I smoke
Now you see, me now you don't (bang-bang, Author)