Weekend Pleasures (feat. Markii Tiiz)
No stress cause I know I'm blessed
Whole week was a test
Now it's time for some rest
No lie real nigga shit
I got a lot on my plate
And even more on my chest
All goodie
Lord knows I keep it pushin' the best
N that's an understatement
Applying so much pressure
I can't look in the mirror
And say I'm underrated
Far past entitlement
The feeling is basic
That type of feeling
Makes my life feel wasted
A wasted life
The only thing a nigga hatin' on
I needed a vibe of a beat
To get to skatin' on
They hatin' on me
But to scared get me raggin' on
Just like these bitches n beats
No matter how much I get heated
I keep movin' along
Just like my beats
I'm tellin' bitches
You gone really have to turn me on
Or be gone
I know I know
The way you Feelin'
Prolly got a nigga lookin' wrong
But least I wasn't incorrect
N lying to ya
I peep game
N know a nigga wasn't saying
He was spying on ya
The only time anybody
Finna stop my grind
Is if I ran out of time
And started dying on ya
Told ya I get to cookin' in the booth
I cop a beat start talkin' to it
I heard this beat
N said I can't come weak
So I'm a have to get to fryin' on ya
I'm Flyin' on ya
Trynna reach my peaks
Woulda swore
A nigga climbing on ya
Take another sip, and I drip like I did a high dive
Bitches be salty like chips, cause I lead a high life
Enemies can't sleep, cuz it's on for life
Just met another freak, I don't want a wife
No need for nothin' deep, just fuck me right
I don't ever wanna be with no toxic bitch
I look so fuckin' sharp, yet I'm off my tit
Been livin' off the grid, now I'm all legit
And if it's not a crime, then I don't commit
Call me Basque - all them hypocrites bananas, cause they gettin' split
Fuck a mask, I rock bandanas, gettin' head while gettin' Lit
Bitch I smoke Loud like Orchestra pit
Disrespect me and then you get in shit
I think yo bitch got Corona, get a testin' kit
I don't need no depressed hoe,
Give me a festive bitch
Too selective, so you gotta impress a prince
I hit rock bottom and been successful since
You temporary rappers got enough bling bling
Now you need to buy time
Weekend Pleasures, smokin' this shit
And you know it's on for life
Smokin' on a Doobie
Enjoying 420
Everyday (More than that!)
Twice a day (yeah, more than that!)
Five times a day, muthafucka
Whole week was a test
Now it's time for some rest
No lie real nigga shit
I got a lot on my plate
And even more on my chest
All goodie
Lord knows I keep it pushin' the best
N that's an understatement
Applying so much pressure
I can't look in the mirror
And say I'm underrated
Far past entitlement
The feeling is basic
That type of feeling
Makes my life feel wasted
A wasted life
The only thing a nigga hatin' on
I needed a vibe of a beat
To get to skatin' on
They hatin' on me
But to scared get me raggin' on
Just like these bitches n beats
No matter how much I get heated
I keep movin' along
Just like my beats
I'm tellin' bitches
You gone really have to turn me on
Or be gone
I know I know
The way you Feelin'
Prolly got a nigga lookin' wrong
But least I wasn't incorrect
N lying to ya
I peep game
N know a nigga wasn't saying
He was spying on ya
The only time anybody
Finna stop my grind
Is if I ran out of time
And started dying on ya
Told ya I get to cookin' in the booth
I cop a beat start talkin' to it
I heard this beat
N said I can't come weak
So I'm a have to get to fryin' on ya
I'm Flyin' on ya
Trynna reach my peaks
Woulda swore
A nigga climbing on ya
Take another sip, and I drip like I did a high dive
Bitches be salty like chips, cause I lead a high life
Enemies can't sleep, cuz it's on for life
Just met another freak, I don't want a wife
No need for nothin' deep, just fuck me right
I don't ever wanna be with no toxic bitch
I look so fuckin' sharp, yet I'm off my tit
Been livin' off the grid, now I'm all legit
And if it's not a crime, then I don't commit
Call me Basque - all them hypocrites bananas, cause they gettin' split
Fuck a mask, I rock bandanas, gettin' head while gettin' Lit
Bitch I smoke Loud like Orchestra pit
Disrespect me and then you get in shit
I think yo bitch got Corona, get a testin' kit
I don't need no depressed hoe,
Give me a festive bitch
Too selective, so you gotta impress a prince
I hit rock bottom and been successful since
You temporary rappers got enough bling bling
Now you need to buy time
Weekend Pleasures, smokin' this shit
And you know it's on for life
Smokin' on a Doobie
Enjoying 420
Everyday (More than that!)
Twice a day (yeah, more than that!)
Five times a day, muthafucka
Credits
Writer(s): Tadeusas Klimasevskis
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