Ya'll Sleep
Got this drank in my cup
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Got the windows tinted up
You just mad you ain't me
That's why I'm one deep
Ya'll sleep six feet rest in peace
My window tint dark
You can't see what I'm sippin
All you need to know it's illegal Without a prescription
If you look hard enough
You'll see the grill
And the earrings glisten
And it's ninety three gas
That's what you smell if you whiffin
Listen I done it I did it
From the rags to the riches
Been independent making rap money On you niggas you bitches
Umma drop the top
Umma boost the bass
I'm a country nigga
Put it in your face
I'm super dope I'm sherm laced
I'll kill the track it's a closed case
Leave no trace got no manners
Mix cough syrup in a berry Fanta
I'm for real
My nickname should be cancer
Flash the watch
Just so I can pull a dancer
I'm sick I need a medic
These niggas are prothetic
These bitches are pathetic
Relying on cosmetics
It's dark outside and the moon is full
Water park on the wrist
Wetter than a pool
Neck cooler than Cool Whip
She wanna feel on my mule
I'm not a handyman
But I keep me a tool
Might pull up to your set
In something that you never seen
Sippin on plenty of lean
When I pull up to the scene
Got this drank in my cup
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Got the windows tinted up
You just mad you ain't me
That's why I'm one deep
Ya'll sleep six feet rest in peace
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Got the windows tinted up
You just mad you ain't me
That's why I'm one deep
Ya'll sleep six feet rest in peace
My window tint dark
You can't see what I'm sippin
All you need to know it's illegal Without a prescription
If you look hard enough
You'll see the grill
And the earrings glisten
And it's ninety three gas
That's what you smell if you whiffin
Listen I done it I did it
From the rags to the riches
Been independent making rap money On you niggas you bitches
Umma drop the top
Umma boost the bass
I'm a country nigga
Put it in your face
I'm super dope I'm sherm laced
I'll kill the track it's a closed case
Leave no trace got no manners
Mix cough syrup in a berry Fanta
I'm for real
My nickname should be cancer
Flash the watch
Just so I can pull a dancer
I'm sick I need a medic
These niggas are prothetic
These bitches are pathetic
Relying on cosmetics
It's dark outside and the moon is full
Water park on the wrist
Wetter than a pool
Neck cooler than Cool Whip
She wanna feel on my mule
I'm not a handyman
But I keep me a tool
Might pull up to your set
In something that you never seen
Sippin on plenty of lean
When I pull up to the scene
Got this drank in my cup
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Got the windows tinted up
You just mad you ain't me
That's why I'm one deep
Ya'll sleep six feet rest in peace
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Hendrickson
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