No Scrubs
I just want to get high on the weekend
Dealing with shit I don't say for a reason
Calling my phone but I'm battling demons
Tell me the truth cause I'm done with the secrets
You could try again but it won't work
Messing with my mind tryna get me hurt
Dirty young niggaa came up from the dirt
Now I'm eating good and I don't work
Diamonds looking good, I should go and cop
Richard Mille hard but that's just a watch
Only thing I hear is When you gonna drop
Had to switch the flow, I know this gon flock
I got new ideas cooking in the pot
I could make cents but I got a lot
Now I'm making dollars every time I drop
Frosty Kapalot but I don't cap
I'm not one of them all I do is rap
I called you my bro turned out your a rat
You ain't ever fold you was getting back
But it seems you told all just for a rack
Now my heart cold
Now my heart cold cause you left the pack
You left through the back door and you ain't let me know
I would've supported cause you was my bro
You was sticking around when I had no where to go
I just want to get high on the weekend
Dealing with shit I don't say for a reason
Calling my phone but I'm battling demons
Tell me the truth, cause I'm done with the secrets
Dealing with shit I don't say for a reason
Calling my phone but I'm battling demons
Tell me the truth cause I'm done with the secrets
You could try again but it won't work
Messing with my mind tryna get me hurt
Dirty young niggaa came up from the dirt
Now I'm eating good and I don't work
Diamonds looking good, I should go and cop
Richard Mille hard but that's just a watch
Only thing I hear is When you gonna drop
Had to switch the flow, I know this gon flock
I got new ideas cooking in the pot
I could make cents but I got a lot
Now I'm making dollars every time I drop
Frosty Kapalot but I don't cap
I'm not one of them all I do is rap
I called you my bro turned out your a rat
You ain't ever fold you was getting back
But it seems you told all just for a rack
Now my heart cold
Now my heart cold cause you left the pack
You left through the back door and you ain't let me know
I would've supported cause you was my bro
You was sticking around when I had no where to go
I just want to get high on the weekend
Dealing with shit I don't say for a reason
Calling my phone but I'm battling demons
Tell me the truth, cause I'm done with the secrets
Credits
Writer(s): Elliot Watson
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