Stones (feat. Swooty Mac)

Smoke filling the room
No shot at a Crip
But I'm done feeling the blues
I smile through a loss
Because the wins come after like whenever you give niggas news
And you could feel the same way if you niggas a choose
Fuck it
I can't expect them to catch it all
That's the job of a bucket
And I'm giving them buckets
I hope that you got some coverage
This shit is getting expensive
I'm practicing repetition
I owe myself reparations
And blamed it all on the devils
Had myself in sedation
Needed help and didn't say it
that's my gift for my curse cause I always figure it out
And the ones who understood that out here making me proud
We skipped a couple of steps
But never TripIt for clout
Recognize a couple scenes wasn't big as your mouth
You looking for a change to come for me
You better dig in your couch
Because all I know is three letters in front of the sound

Sound Sound

Ayy

Pour drink in my cup
And give me props, even when I'm fucking shit
Its GK fuck what they all say bitch know that it's us
And the answers always Swoot if they asking what's up
I just need a couple million blues
I'll feel mo better
Buy my baby some new shoes, cause the flo real messy
Speak on me to tell the truth cause it can sure get hectic
Message everybody knows that if it's dope is selling

Hey hey hey
I've been over focused
Up all night working
Bitch I ain't had no sleep

Nigga this the playoffs
Me, my dogs been Ballin out for 19 weeks

Mama, pray we stay up out the streets
A couple fights, but never really had no beef
We just trying to eat
I won't let you take a thing from me
I never had a thought about what you niggas think
Drag my name I come out clean

But this shit could get real dirty
One stone kill a couple birdies
And I know them same birdies, had a feast because they out early
Another birdie in my ear, and guess what this one just done told me
You was throwing shots
Now watch what we throw back this one's a oldie
Circle locked don't think you homie cause you Homies with the homey
Because we definitely know the difference between a coney and a crony
And the homie Swooty said he got some Swooties he could show me
That's gonna do it to the point I feel like they already know me
Bet the neighbors know my name
I told them fuckers don't be nosey
Then beat it even louder
Till both cheeks is getting rosey
Put a ring around that thing
I got a pocket full of Posey
I mean a pocket full of paper
And that's just how I'm serving shit up never been no waiter
Chris Brown with all that parkour
I'm just running with the takers
I say get it how you get it
I ain't never been no hater
Because when you turn that shit to stones boy it ain't nothing they could say bruh