Mfts
Rolling up what's left in the qp
Rolling up what's left in the qp
Rolling up what's left in the qp
Hop in my whip
Then reup real quick
Now back to the shits
Blunt in the booth real smooth like silt
When I drop my tape they gonna need a film
Gold in the stems no control in the limbs
Imma zombie walking slim world dim from the lens
Money got rinsed
Now no fold in the bills
Time stand still when ya dreaming bouta mill
Dispersing from the real
Reeling from the thrill
Y'all living for the feel
We just living how we feel
Need my money dead bitch call em kill bills
Disappointing friends coughing up black flem
Don't know what's in my head so I put it in the pen
They hate me cause my gen I am not one of them
Man fuck this shit
I contradict
Cause Not too many of rich addicts
Unless it is that one percent
But there still is no one like him
Man fuck this shit
Imma farm this shit become a pharmacist
On my tractor shit still attract a bitch
Stacking chips for the bigger bread quest
Gotta list I can check
Need a house with a chef cuban link bracelet weed by the bed
Wake up and hit it that's a life perfect I'm simplistic
Now breath just a bit
Air thicker than my bitch
Weighing heavy on me I just wanna win
But it's all the same case just a Different spin
They got all the same face
Blurred out from meds
Cool little chick
But she act different for him him
Cool little chick
But she act different for him him
Bitch Suck my dick
No misogynist we bonding and shit
She flaunting this dick
Pulling up sipping mich
Gotta brewski for your bitch
She love the way this hits
It don't make no sense
Man fuck this shit
Can't fuck with him
Fuck you and your fuckin friends
Talk talk talk yo shit young man
Talk talk talk yo shit young cam
I pull up with the grams
Chasing grands with my million dollar plan
I remember Copping o's At the bowl weevil Inn
Now I gotta plug who just mail it in
Faceless business
Man fuck this shit
Imma hone this shit
Get a home out this shit
Make my homies get rich
Get chris that Benz we the turbo twins
Fur coat for the bitch she look good naked
Blunt faced I'm so wasted
Only myself when No feeling my skin
Fuck having kids the world ending
Fuck having kids the world ending
Impressing and shit
Not pressing this shit
New impressions in this bitch
Man fuck this shit
They not fucking with the kid
They not fucking with the kid
Man fuck this shit
Damn
Man fuck this shit
Rolling up what's left in the qp
Rolling up what's left in the qp
Hop in my whip
Then reup real quick
Now back to the shits
Blunt in the booth real smooth like silt
When I drop my tape they gonna need a film
Gold in the stems no control in the limbs
Imma zombie walking slim world dim from the lens
Money got rinsed
Now no fold in the bills
Time stand still when ya dreaming bouta mill
Dispersing from the real
Reeling from the thrill
Y'all living for the feel
We just living how we feel
Need my money dead bitch call em kill bills
Disappointing friends coughing up black flem
Don't know what's in my head so I put it in the pen
They hate me cause my gen I am not one of them
Man fuck this shit
I contradict
Cause Not too many of rich addicts
Unless it is that one percent
But there still is no one like him
Man fuck this shit
Imma farm this shit become a pharmacist
On my tractor shit still attract a bitch
Stacking chips for the bigger bread quest
Gotta list I can check
Need a house with a chef cuban link bracelet weed by the bed
Wake up and hit it that's a life perfect I'm simplistic
Now breath just a bit
Air thicker than my bitch
Weighing heavy on me I just wanna win
But it's all the same case just a Different spin
They got all the same face
Blurred out from meds
Cool little chick
But she act different for him him
Cool little chick
But she act different for him him
Bitch Suck my dick
No misogynist we bonding and shit
She flaunting this dick
Pulling up sipping mich
Gotta brewski for your bitch
She love the way this hits
It don't make no sense
Man fuck this shit
Can't fuck with him
Fuck you and your fuckin friends
Talk talk talk yo shit young man
Talk talk talk yo shit young cam
I pull up with the grams
Chasing grands with my million dollar plan
I remember Copping o's At the bowl weevil Inn
Now I gotta plug who just mail it in
Faceless business
Man fuck this shit
Imma hone this shit
Get a home out this shit
Make my homies get rich
Get chris that Benz we the turbo twins
Fur coat for the bitch she look good naked
Blunt faced I'm so wasted
Only myself when No feeling my skin
Fuck having kids the world ending
Fuck having kids the world ending
Impressing and shit
Not pressing this shit
New impressions in this bitch
Man fuck this shit
They not fucking with the kid
They not fucking with the kid
Man fuck this shit
Damn
Man fuck this shit
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Writer(s): Cam Miller
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