Wtf
Just to start my day, I gotta roll a thicky
Finger stuck off this dope, got him real sticky
Icky, Cookie taste just like bubblegum
I kissed a pint, whole deuce, feel it on my tongue
It's 10 a.m. but I can already feel my body numb (Damn)
Well shit, it's 'cause I'm so young, so young
Drugs fuckin' up my body, I feel so dumb, so dumb
Shots rang, bum-bum-bum-bum, ayy
And I'ma punch in, boy, I got that shit for free
Ta-ha, I got stripes like a referee
Kai Bandz, hah, that's what you hear about
Suckers hear I'm in the party, wanna clear it out
Artillery, we packin' so don't come around
Niggas can't even show a band, I be losing count
Bop, bop, ooh, like I'm 1Take
And I be high up in the studio
Ta-ha, like I'm Blueface
And I'm tired of you goofy hoes I ain't
never boosted, on my pockets, I keep it a hundred
My dawgs out here really flippin', they keepin' it comin'
I knew baby was a square, she love spendin' money
304 hit the door, then we ain't hearin' from her
I spy with my lil' eyes, all I see is money
You be thinking with your dick, all you want is cuddy
Weird shit on a skit, we might take it from him
Slob nigga, jack move, tryna hit a dozen
Yeah, boy, everybody trippin' off that shit, boy
Damn, I had to take it on the chin, boy
Gotta take a loss to be the boss, that's who I am, boy
And my brothers, they'll pop you like a Xan', boy
Finger stuck off this dope, got him real sticky
Icky, Cookie taste just like bubblegum
I kissed a pint, whole deuce, feel it on my tongue
It's 10 a.m. but I can already feel my body numb (Damn)
Well shit, it's 'cause I'm so young, so young
Drugs fuckin' up my body, I feel so dumb, so dumb
Shots rang, bum-bum-bum-bum, ayy
And I'ma punch in, boy, I got that shit for free
Ta-ha, I got stripes like a referee
Kai Bandz, hah, that's what you hear about
Suckers hear I'm in the party, wanna clear it out
Artillery, we packin' so don't come around
Niggas can't even show a band, I be losing count
Bop, bop, ooh, like I'm 1Take
And I be high up in the studio
Ta-ha, like I'm Blueface
And I'm tired of you goofy hoes I ain't
never boosted, on my pockets, I keep it a hundred
My dawgs out here really flippin', they keepin' it comin'
I knew baby was a square, she love spendin' money
304 hit the door, then we ain't hearin' from her
I spy with my lil' eyes, all I see is money
You be thinking with your dick, all you want is cuddy
Weird shit on a skit, we might take it from him
Slob nigga, jack move, tryna hit a dozen
Yeah, boy, everybody trippin' off that shit, boy
Damn, I had to take it on the chin, boy
Gotta take a loss to be the boss, that's who I am, boy
And my brothers, they'll pop you like a Xan', boy
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Writer(s): Ayoany Macaay, Pearson Makai
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