Braging rights

Yea yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ai

So many years I've tried
I just got paid for my grind (Uh)
I'd usually flex with a slime (Uh)
But no, I'm taking my time (Uh)
We popped an addy, I'm numb
Oh my God, we vibing in different slangs uh
The weed relate with my lungs lungs
I'm high like I'm jumping for a dunk

So many years I've tried (Tried)
I just got paid for my grind (Grind)
I'd usually flex with a slime (Slime)
But no, I'm taking my time time
We popped an addy, I'm numb
Oh my God, we vibing in different slangs (Slangs)
The weed relate with my lungs (Lungs)
I'm high like I'm jumping for a dunk (Dunk)

Excuse me, watch your mouth
Cuz I don't like to be fucked around
Bitch if you care to know, I'm wearing a crown
Me and my slimes got loyalty vows
Nigga I fucked your bitch please don't frown
I make her go on her knees damn she a nun
She smart but I make her moan like she dumb
She brought a friend over, we making threesome
Different time zones, I've been catching P-flights
I make sure I secure these cheques from my stripes
My bitches got curved bodies like peace Hyde (Uhuh)
I drip in exclusive designs
The flashes on my neck gone make you blind (Yeah)
I hold down my whole team just like Knight
These haters got locked jaws like they was surprised
I told you I was coming hard and you chose not to mind (Uh)

So many years I've tried
I just got paid for my grind
I'd usually flex with a slime
But no, I'm taking my time
We popped an addy I'm numb
Oh my God we vibing in different slangs
The weed relate with my lungs
I'm high like I'm jumping for a dunk

So many years I've tried (Tried)
I just got paid for my grind (Grind)
I'd usually flex with a slime (Slime)
But no I'm taking my time (Time)
We popped an addy I'm numb
Oh my God we vibing in different slangs (Slangs)
The weed relate with my lungs lungs
I'm high like I'm jumping for a dunk (Dunk)

The nigga been claiming he a thug
That led him sleeping in the morgue (Morgue)
You fuck with bitches and you'd end up in stitches, this is a warning that's all all
Can't let these rats in my circle
Eventually they turning into witnesses
Don't come to me with this silly shit
You know making money you gone take some risky shit (Oh yeah)
Please pass me that whisky bitch
The money allergic my palms start to itch
My soul is sad I wanna get high and lit
Fighting my demons I need to see a Catholic priest
See me in the fog, no it's not a ghost
She came through asked for the D and now she starts to choke
The hate in my heart makes me kinda cold
But the weed in my lungs, turned my heart to gold
Ooh oooh



Credits
Writer(s): Terry Abu
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