'Disability' (feat. Trill & Forty Cal)
Damn these streets got my whole fuckin brain outchea brus
Its like a disability
A real deal disability
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
He think i wont blow him
Whip dat fye out i slow roast him
My glock aint for show he hollin smoke i cause explosions
Talk shit behind my back bbut when they see me no words spoken
Bitches like my vibe they say im smoother than some lotion
Please dont waste my time yeen tryna fuck dont even approach me
Slipped up on that liquor said i love her i was joking
Crackas picked him up he went from dope boy to a spokesman
Make sure u can swim before u jump of in that ocean
Feds passin out years but we still clutching in the open
Haters want me dead or in a cell thats what they hopin
Swang if u gon swang lil baby stop all the commotion
Beef aint for ig when i got tech i never post it
Bitch im iju we way too cool for all that hoe shit
Big blunts of hebrew come hit this gas thats all we smoking
Sliding in my own lane ion like goin thru the motions
Bitches like to play games ion be on that ps4 shit
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I feel im followed by some dark clouds
Hopped off in that water and they prayed i drowned
But i swam like michael phelps im tryna make it out
Where were u when i was dead broke ian have a thing
You were no where around
I got shooters on my team wont hesitate to take you down
Catch a opp we whack a opp now thats a goofy out a pound
For you niggas talkin crazy you cant ball out of bounds
Spin yo block bitch now you just got hit up out of bounds
Twirlin the beat
Im riding this bitch
Nigga died with a gun shouldve paid attention
Bitches dont give a fuck when you in the trenches
When i got my first gun man i wanted to drill
A ruger 380 that bitch meant to kill
But as i got older the nine was my fit
Im something like drew brees quarterback in the field
I throwback a jigga the turn up is real
No mtv jams but yo im the shit
Im known to mask up even when im fuckin
I dont want no kids plus you hoes be sick
I roll up a leaf go to dreaming bout licks
Reminiscing them times i was short on them bills
Got shot at by niggas thank god it aint pierce
They callin me paw cause i stay with some ticks
Shooters on standby like they ride the bench
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
Its like a disability
A real deal disability
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
He think i wont blow him
Whip dat fye out i slow roast him
My glock aint for show he hollin smoke i cause explosions
Talk shit behind my back bbut when they see me no words spoken
Bitches like my vibe they say im smoother than some lotion
Please dont waste my time yeen tryna fuck dont even approach me
Slipped up on that liquor said i love her i was joking
Crackas picked him up he went from dope boy to a spokesman
Make sure u can swim before u jump of in that ocean
Feds passin out years but we still clutching in the open
Haters want me dead or in a cell thats what they hopin
Swang if u gon swang lil baby stop all the commotion
Beef aint for ig when i got tech i never post it
Bitch im iju we way too cool for all that hoe shit
Big blunts of hebrew come hit this gas thats all we smoking
Sliding in my own lane ion like goin thru the motions
Bitches like to play games ion be on that ps4 shit
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I feel im followed by some dark clouds
Hopped off in that water and they prayed i drowned
But i swam like michael phelps im tryna make it out
Where were u when i was dead broke ian have a thing
You were no where around
I got shooters on my team wont hesitate to take you down
Catch a opp we whack a opp now thats a goofy out a pound
For you niggas talkin crazy you cant ball out of bounds
Spin yo block bitch now you just got hit up out of bounds
Twirlin the beat
Im riding this bitch
Nigga died with a gun shouldve paid attention
Bitches dont give a fuck when you in the trenches
When i got my first gun man i wanted to drill
A ruger 380 that bitch meant to kill
But as i got older the nine was my fit
Im something like drew brees quarterback in the field
I throwback a jigga the turn up is real
No mtv jams but yo im the shit
Im known to mask up even when im fuckin
I dont want no kids plus you hoes be sick
I roll up a leaf go to dreaming bout licks
Reminiscing them times i was short on them bills
Got shot at by niggas thank god it aint pierce
They callin me paw cause i stay with some ticks
Shooters on standby like they ride the bench
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
I got a problem
Im obsessed with mobbin in the trenches with my potnas
Glizzies with extensions boy dont get sent to the doctor
Yoppa come through sangin like the phantom of the opera
I aint got no time to play
Credits
Writer(s): Derel Matthews
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