Don't Bother Me

Don't bother me
Don't bother me

I just rolled a couple planes
I'm bout to elevate and up my game
Up my game, Up my game
I cannot grow witchu you if you stay the same
Niggas will do anything for the fame
Cap for the clout but ain't bout what they claim
Go
Please don't you bother me bother me
Hoe get yo vibes from the side of me
You cannot have what's inside of me
Please don't you bother me bother me
Hoe get yo vibes from the side of me
You cannot have what's inside of me
I know that you not down to ride for me

Time tells I can't waste that shit
Death is close, we gotta face it
If they ain't hating they complaining and shit
Why these niggas so complacent
Don't worry, I'll wait
Pass me the sack while I talk my shit all on this beat
Aye with minimal effort, I won't break no sweat like I'm Keith
First I grind all the weed and then I sprinkle the papers with keef
Is you fuckin' or matching cuz you is not smoking for free
See I tried that shit once
But that bitch ran it up
She was rolling and serving
A buffet of blunts
It was backwoods
And frontos and
All kinda drugs
In the cut
Gahhdamn Scarface
Can you chill out
The block getting hot, Ima clear out
Cuz I don't wanna be another nigga that you hear about
Hopped in the whip then I peeled out
I live by the code
fw the bros
B***k front the pack when my ends low
So what you don't get, I came with the step
I got my nigga 6, like a 10-4
I been dope, Kinfolk

I just rolled a couple planes
I'm bout to elevate then up my game
Up my game, Up my game
I cannot grow with you if you do the same
Niggas will do anything for the fame
Cap for the clout but ain't bout what they claim
Go
Please don't you bother me bother me
Hoe get yo vibes from the side of me
You cannot have what's inside of me
Please don't you bother me bother me
Hoe get yo vibes from the side of me
You cannot have what's inside of me
I know that you not down to ride for me

I got this game from my granddad
Old school play with the head band
That nigga cooler than 10 fans
Groovy like 10 bands
Strong with the pimp hand
Bruh just be shucking and jiving for
Thotties and boppers late night at the booty club
Me I be posted at home with my bitch
Counting money while rolling and smoking bud
Sativa and sex how she like it
I hit every spot like I'm psychic
I roll another then jump in that nani
And go autopilot, fly in the wettest of climates
My phone is on silent, I can't hear yo problems
Nigga just do what I do and go solve em
Came from the bottom, started off crawling
I ran track in college on my way to balling

I'm just tryna maintain
It's hard to drive in the rain
Niggas swervin' in my lane
Really tryna disrespect a nigga wave
I can tell what you thinking
Bitch nigga prolly plotting on my Franklins
And if I catch yo hand in my pocket
That thang might clap and leave yo body leaking

Don't bother me I'm in my zone
I set up the play from my phone
I hit that lil' bitch for the dome
I beat it then send it back home
These niggas ain't fuckin' wit me, Bro
Bitch I'm tapped in like a cheat, Code
Pour out a 40 for Dee-Bo
Put one in the air for yo ego
I'm Bradley Beal got that shit automatic
I'm swerving in traffic from cannibis gases
Cartier glasses I'm looking like magic
I drip on that bitch, I am not talking acid

Don't bother me I'm in my zone
Don't bother me I'm in my zone
Don't bother me I'm in my zone
Why these bitches won't leave alone