Glasses

I just look my Nigga in his eyes
Said I Can't let you down
Bro 'nem patched me up with a Ten Before I hit the ground
Baby he got readers and writers but Can't pernounce his nouns. Aye

I was sellin blow up sleepin on air Mattress
Up that bitch Imma drop the clip I Ain't got no scare tactics
No pick marching to that green I'm Feeling like St Patrick
Bat yo bitch off footballs feeling like Bo Jackson
Auntie told me fuck a job lil nigga Keep rappin
Her son got seven for shakin D some how he keep crappin
I won't never cross my man's we don't Even play one on one
They ain't print the money Catholic Church but you ain't tryna get you Nun! Aye
Ask board water why the cut the lights
An solid killed a nigga with a blade I Guess he Wesley snipes
An dew in the mountains for sellin' Soda he just want a sprite
An a nigga came to trial on me cause I Ain't fill my pipe
Richwood apartment shorty
I know some killers stay in yo lane They might try to bang on Tory
I ain't been to the bay, but sell E pills And Slide wit 40s
I was networking cartoon heads like Rick and Morty, yea
Free Top Shooter that's my baby baby
Shot a nigga 6 weeks straight he go Crazy Crazy
If them dickheads hit a chest Somebody lazy lazy
How the fuck I'mma leave my warriors I can't even fuck wit KD

This that Lan shit
Them half of gram flip
Blow til' it jam click
I know a shorty died at fourteen for a half of zip

It's a key in the house bitch fuck a pad Lock
Mac in my book bag jemila died over a Laptop
Beef wit me have Allstate bitch We crash opps
I'm on they block I can't Find niggas they wit Sasquatch
Got a ratchet bitch from pinebrook She wear vapor maxes
I post on blocks to see who love me I Can't type no caption
Why would I tell that ain't fair, we Blow sabastians
I can C thru niggas like Tookie Williams when I put on my glasses



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Writer(s): Shelton Coats
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