Same Shit
Fuck a job (Fuck it)
I still need one
Same shit, different day like a rerun
Bad bitch throw it just back like a refund
Spending money that shit go fast like machine guns
On that OG got me walking like a caveman
You want some drugs
We don't get it from the mainland
Smoke straight out the pack
It got me feeling like a baked ham
I keep that pussy wet
Like a lake dam
Pull up
Then pull yuh bitch like tweezers (I ain't sorry)
Ice on my neck just like I hurt it, yeah
Take a trip right down to myrtle, yeah
Doing drug shit so always close the curtains
She speak to me in Spanish so I'm kinda learnin
Pop another pill when I'm feelin' nervous
Damn this bitch she bad she hotter than a furnace
Watchin' out for that corona, (uh) I ain't worried
Lotta hate, lotta love, who am I to judge
Just one look, she get wet, that's the midas touch
I get straight to bag, ain't no thing as luck
People act like they can't stand me
They gone need a crutch
Fuck a job (Fuck it)
I still need one
Same shit, different day like a rerun
Bad bitch throw it just back like a refund
Spending money that shit go fast like machine guns
Fuck a job Get a mother fuckin' face tat
Swear to god
Can't hold my mother fuckin' face back
Damn y'all some goofies
Need a mother fuckin' break bad
Stay been cookin' up the hot shit
Like a Meth lab
Break her back, pound her out like a fucking hashtag
Buy her love with a Louie v
Or a Prada bag
Let me knock her over like she came with a kick stand
Problematic as fuck and I don't give a god damn
Ready for the fetty
Get ready to see me on the tele
Coming from the west side
Like I'm makavelli
She said she had a man
Shawty you ain't gotta tellem
He scared of me anyway because he knows I run with felons
I rob 'em for the work
Take his shit and then I sell it
Never panic from the xanax
Get high just to manage
Out here swerving in the burban
Serving meals to servers
Dishin' out that good shit like a chef in the kitchen working (Hey)
Fuck a job (Fuck it)
I still need one
Same shit, different day like a rerun
Bad bitch throw it just back like a refund
Spending money that shit go fast like machine guns
I still need one
Same shit, different day like a rerun
Bad bitch throw it just back like a refund
Spending money that shit go fast like machine guns
On that OG got me walking like a caveman
You want some drugs
We don't get it from the mainland
Smoke straight out the pack
It got me feeling like a baked ham
I keep that pussy wet
Like a lake dam
Pull up
Then pull yuh bitch like tweezers (I ain't sorry)
Ice on my neck just like I hurt it, yeah
Take a trip right down to myrtle, yeah
Doing drug shit so always close the curtains
She speak to me in Spanish so I'm kinda learnin
Pop another pill when I'm feelin' nervous
Damn this bitch she bad she hotter than a furnace
Watchin' out for that corona, (uh) I ain't worried
Lotta hate, lotta love, who am I to judge
Just one look, she get wet, that's the midas touch
I get straight to bag, ain't no thing as luck
People act like they can't stand me
They gone need a crutch
Fuck a job (Fuck it)
I still need one
Same shit, different day like a rerun
Bad bitch throw it just back like a refund
Spending money that shit go fast like machine guns
Fuck a job Get a mother fuckin' face tat
Swear to god
Can't hold my mother fuckin' face back
Damn y'all some goofies
Need a mother fuckin' break bad
Stay been cookin' up the hot shit
Like a Meth lab
Break her back, pound her out like a fucking hashtag
Buy her love with a Louie v
Or a Prada bag
Let me knock her over like she came with a kick stand
Problematic as fuck and I don't give a god damn
Ready for the fetty
Get ready to see me on the tele
Coming from the west side
Like I'm makavelli
She said she had a man
Shawty you ain't gotta tellem
He scared of me anyway because he knows I run with felons
I rob 'em for the work
Take his shit and then I sell it
Never panic from the xanax
Get high just to manage
Out here swerving in the burban
Serving meals to servers
Dishin' out that good shit like a chef in the kitchen working (Hey)
Fuck a job (Fuck it)
I still need one
Same shit, different day like a rerun
Bad bitch throw it just back like a refund
Spending money that shit go fast like machine guns
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Writer(s): John Roebuck Iii
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