Bathroom
Yeah, bro hit my phone but he talking about some dumb shit
You would think that we in track how we muthafuckin' run this
I took a 30 minute nap off the acky' in my Sunkist
He sellin' garbage ass weed that boy smoking on some Fun Dip
She be talking about a date hoe come over throw them buns bitch
White plug sold me the pack for the low and he told me "this shit scrumptious"
Yeah she told me stay the night but she got hella' roaches
He be sippin' Nyquill yeah, I know his shit bogus
Yeah the 40 in my pants she asked if I got a boner
Nah shawty that's the blower
Pop a P so I don't catch feelings i'll never hit a hoe while i'm sober
This 40 chop him like a lawn mower
I'm out in Vegas with the OG's playing Poker
She couldn't wait until we got into the car
So I fucked her in the bathroom of the Kroger
Banana Backwood, it's fucking up my lungs I promise
Green Sprite and pour a 4, like Isaiah Thomas
Been doing my shit, now niggas know Ima fucking problem
Now they looking at me weird, they don't know how to solve it
Been putting percs in drank, that lean act as a fucking solvent
I see pussy everyday, like Ima veterinarian
I ain't with the texting (Texan) like 2015 RB Arian
I don't repost shit, I'm facing bunt, I am not sharing it
told engineer my voice ain't right, he need to fucking layer it
Nah like for real, layer that shit, like right now
Don't have yo blues out, like Cafuné I'll take (Tek) it ho
JJ all my shooters deep, and they pouring 4s
Real shooter, I don't need no mother fucking pick and roll
Rookie packers, like 2016 Geronimo
At the counter getting receipts, and punching shit
Sorcerer with these packs, but my name ain't Benedict
Sending money getting more back, scamming Wimbledon
The life you dream about at night, I'm living it
I ain't from Detroit, but rap better then some niggas there
I ain't biting shit, giving kudos, but I don't really care
If I ask a bitch to roll, that wood better not tear
Punching shit like Ninja Turtles, you Splinter in their fucking lair
American Express been hitting different, but I do the punching
Weirdo thought I'd do a verse, got paid and did nothing
You got better lines, coke and rap, I know you fucking frontin'
Hoping I get big off rapping, I don't wanna scam for hundreds
Damn where the beat go
You would think that we in track how we muthafuckin' run this
I took a 30 minute nap off the acky' in my Sunkist
He sellin' garbage ass weed that boy smoking on some Fun Dip
She be talking about a date hoe come over throw them buns bitch
White plug sold me the pack for the low and he told me "this shit scrumptious"
Yeah she told me stay the night but she got hella' roaches
He be sippin' Nyquill yeah, I know his shit bogus
Yeah the 40 in my pants she asked if I got a boner
Nah shawty that's the blower
Pop a P so I don't catch feelings i'll never hit a hoe while i'm sober
This 40 chop him like a lawn mower
I'm out in Vegas with the OG's playing Poker
She couldn't wait until we got into the car
So I fucked her in the bathroom of the Kroger
Banana Backwood, it's fucking up my lungs I promise
Green Sprite and pour a 4, like Isaiah Thomas
Been doing my shit, now niggas know Ima fucking problem
Now they looking at me weird, they don't know how to solve it
Been putting percs in drank, that lean act as a fucking solvent
I see pussy everyday, like Ima veterinarian
I ain't with the texting (Texan) like 2015 RB Arian
I don't repost shit, I'm facing bunt, I am not sharing it
told engineer my voice ain't right, he need to fucking layer it
Nah like for real, layer that shit, like right now
Don't have yo blues out, like Cafuné I'll take (Tek) it ho
JJ all my shooters deep, and they pouring 4s
Real shooter, I don't need no mother fucking pick and roll
Rookie packers, like 2016 Geronimo
At the counter getting receipts, and punching shit
Sorcerer with these packs, but my name ain't Benedict
Sending money getting more back, scamming Wimbledon
The life you dream about at night, I'm living it
I ain't from Detroit, but rap better then some niggas there
I ain't biting shit, giving kudos, but I don't really care
If I ask a bitch to roll, that wood better not tear
Punching shit like Ninja Turtles, you Splinter in their fucking lair
American Express been hitting different, but I do the punching
Weirdo thought I'd do a verse, got paid and did nothing
You got better lines, coke and rap, I know you fucking frontin'
Hoping I get big off rapping, I don't wanna scam for hundreds
Damn where the beat go
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Writer(s): Kenyon Merriman
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