Sleep Walkin'

That's how it's coming in
Ard bet I'm rey rip this bitch
Watch this
Uh huh

Why the fuck you mad
Cuz I don't wanna get a birkin bag
Glock forty bitch bitch
A put it on ya mans
These niggas bitches
They ain't never sticking to the plan
I gotta habit
Smoke a lot of marijuana plants
Wearing glasses selling grass
And touching hella bands
Member I was smoking og kush
Now I want better strands
Niggas call you bro
Then turn to snakes
And try bite ya hand
Uh pockets gettin smaller
I need bigger pants
Uh piggies gettin' fatter
Gettin' bigger bands
Niggas gettin' goofy tie your shoes Cuz I might trip your mans
Niggas going broke and gettin' booked
For tryna fucking scam
Uh pop em with the glock
Or with my fucking hand
If you said you wanna do it
Go and do it then
Screaming to the judge
To free my niggas
Out the fucking pen
Got the drop on the spot
Now we running in
Cooling wit my day one niggas
It ain't no new friends

I told you I got y'all
Hold up I'm Rey go back in
And then I'm done watch this

Stop what stop who
Swear to god yein stopping me
Seen me in the street said ima opp But he ain't popping me
If he said it's smoke
I want a lot I eat a lot of beef
I was going broke I bossed up
I get a lot of green
I was going through it
Smoking vapes and sipping lots of lean
Boom bow grrrow skrt flee the scene
Don't ever try to joke with us
Me and my niggas mean
Bro was down south
Toting shotties and them sub machines
Hand down man down
Call a ambulance
Play with the gang
We catch you lacking
Face the consequence
Real nigga
You can see it when I'm walking in
Said they don't listen starting to Think that they incompetent
They tried to joke me for my clothes But now I'm confident
And if he playing wit the gang
Then we gon' punish em
Playing wit my woahdie
Me and brodie gonna come for him

Damn you really could do it
Ian think you had it in you
But you proved me wrong
You got that
On to the next one



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Writer(s): Elijah Abraham
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