SkinnyJeans

I'm not disaster baby I'm his best friend
Aftermath talkin whiplash talkin kickback
Rollin up wit the whole team on my back
Wit the heat at they hip yea we really wit that
Gotta cop a new bag cuz I smoked mine
Rollin up my heart burning up my mind
Prolly got enough bud to catch a crime
Yea me and murrf flexing mistameters all the time
Never speakin in public like a mime
Yea we all tryna the numb the pain we find
But you actin like a victim
While me n my niggas on the grind
Flexing ounces all the time yea on facetime
Not disaster I'm his bestfriend talkin aftermath
Yea whiplash talkin kickback
Left my old bros behind never looked back
I'm sorry I hate people around me
Me n murrf flexing worst counties

Dont give a shit
Yea i might be wearing skinnys but i got the glock up in em
If you pull up im gonna pop
And i swear to god im gunna skrrt off in a motherfuckin phantom
None of you niggas got shit on me
Im pulling up and im serving all that ecstasy aye
It aint ecstasy bitch that pcp
Crushed up in a skype pill tablet
All of my homies be smoking on that cat piss
I serve that shit by the daily i dont give a fuck
If its og skunk or og haze
Nigga give me buck if it got seeds in it
Nigga go buy from someone else
I dont give a fuck what you say my shit sells
If you fuck with me imma hit you with your Ls
Nigga got a glock 17 in my motherfuckin pocket
And ill let that bitch break your jaw
And that motherfuckin rocket on my back
All my homies on my back yea they keep the strap
Dont give a fuck cuz im pulling up
And im pullin up in a rover truck all the time
All my shit like rick grimes



Credits
Writer(s): Brad Ladue
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