Focus
They say why you rap so slow
I jus' pod a fo
'Nother dose
I need a motherfucking 'nother dose
Houston hot head
Know I rock my shit
Know I pop my drip
It's so crazy I imagined this
I wan havin' shit
Now I'm havin' dis
Expensive kicks
Expensive dis n dat
Homie get the racks (Yo)
When I hit the scene is some real niggas wit' me
And all the real g's fuck wit' me so you can't fuck wit' me
Keep a buck wit' me
Can't keep up wit' me
Bad lil' bih' gon' roll my dope for me
Ain't no hope for me
Keep a pole wit' me
Smokin' n drankin'
Smokin' n drankin'
Fuck what you bangin'
Check the car I came in
All I see is franklin's
Money make the world spin
Ima break the bank hoe
Sippin' on some drank hoe (Aye fye the dope)
I feel that buzz coming in
I bet my gun coming in (Ya dig)
I bet they play this shit
This my latest shit
Yo fuck dat dis my greatest shit
I can't hate a bitch
Ima play a bitch
I can't pay her rent (Sip the cup what the fuck)
Havin' fucked up conversations
I be livin' faded
She say it's complicated
I be medicated
Slowly count the franklin's
We be gettin' faded
Blunts in rotation
I'm faded til the death of me
I'm mixing drugs like a recipe
I got my brother next to me (Fasho)
Hit dis dope I'm loaded shit
Hit dis dope I'm loaded
Sip the cup
I pop a pill just to focus
I jus' pod a fo
'Nother dose
I need a motherfucking 'nother dose
Houston hot head
Know I rock my shit
Know I pop my drip
It's so crazy I imagined this
I wan havin' shit
Now I'm havin' dis
Expensive kicks
Expensive dis n dat
Homie get the racks (Yo)
When I hit the scene is some real niggas wit' me
And all the real g's fuck wit' me so you can't fuck wit' me
Keep a buck wit' me
Can't keep up wit' me
Bad lil' bih' gon' roll my dope for me
Ain't no hope for me
Keep a pole wit' me
Smokin' n drankin'
Smokin' n drankin'
Fuck what you bangin'
Check the car I came in
All I see is franklin's
Money make the world spin
Ima break the bank hoe
Sippin' on some drank hoe (Aye fye the dope)
I feel that buzz coming in
I bet my gun coming in (Ya dig)
I bet they play this shit
This my latest shit
Yo fuck dat dis my greatest shit
I can't hate a bitch
Ima play a bitch
I can't pay her rent (Sip the cup what the fuck)
Havin' fucked up conversations
I be livin' faded
She say it's complicated
I be medicated
Slowly count the franklin's
We be gettin' faded
Blunts in rotation
I'm faded til the death of me
I'm mixing drugs like a recipe
I got my brother next to me (Fasho)
Hit dis dope I'm loaded shit
Hit dis dope I'm loaded
Sip the cup
I pop a pill just to focus
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Writer(s): Harold Terrell Jr.
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