Braile

Yeah, come on, come on, come on, watch out, watch out,
What you tryna get rich off a luck, we hustle
You tryna eat off the bitch or cuff her,
Sugar, spice, everything nice,
Still can't let a Power Puff bitch in my bubble
I gotta keep the real shit off the reels,
I know if I post what, I want i'm in trouble

Labels, the feds, they handing out deals,
My pockets obese, lookin' for the next meal,
This your first time in the H, we sill
This your first time with some pape, I can tell
I was stalkin' somebody else for my mail

Snow on the way, let a fiend test a rail,
Pushin' that shit like a bat outta hell
2013, I got popped with a scale, Stackin' my chips so long, they stale
Still touchin' it if I don't see it like Braille

Ayy, po' me up, I'm two cups
Boy, this ain't no WOC, this hen gon' make me throw my food up

I been plottin' on this drop, if it go through, we gon' be two up
When Lil bro nem hit his spot, nine outta ten, he gon' be booed up
Leave him breathin', just make sure it's hard for him to chew his food up
Ayy, it get dark on this side if you cross me

What you get when you fuckin with me? We take you down, WWE
All they see is money, power, I was on that hunt for hours
Glock in trousers, one courageous dog, but I am not a coward
Tropic Sour, we don't call this gas lil, bro, we call this flower

Shop for hours, just for all them times I got called out for showers
Nah, for real, shower time, go back and get back
Chow, chow time, or give me your ID, which one
Rec, anybody goin' to Rec

No, nobody wants to see you, you do not have a visit
Nobody called for you, go back, go back, get back
Go back and get back,
Or give me your ID, which one

what you tryna get rich off a luck, we hustle
You tryna eat off the bitch or cuff her,
Sugar, spice, everything nice,
Still can't let a Power Puff bitch in my bubble
I gotta keep the real shit off the reels,
I know if I post what, I want i'm in trouble

Labels, the feds, they handing out deals,
My pockets obese, lookin' for the next meal,
This your first time in the H, we sill
This your first time with some pape, I can tell
I was stalkin' somebody else for my mail

Snow on the way, let a fiend test a rail,
Pushin' that shit like a bat outta hell
2013, I got popped with a scale,
Stackin' my chips so long, they stale
Still touchin' it if I don't see it like Braille,

Ay slidin' down 610
I ain't tryin' to blow by myself
So I hit twin
Smokin' the top of the shelf
It's thick wind
GreaxLatto Dior, my cologne
I don't fit in
If I got Haters I pray they convert and get over the fact that I'm comin' in first
Boy, I don't play, I put family first
Baby, come out her purse

You come down in the hearse
I'm cuttin' ties like I'm stealin' from church
Star or not
Still let it burst

I do not give a fuck if it's the first
Bitch, I'ma bill
I'm finna hurt
This bitch wanna build

Bitch Buy me a shirt
Drawls, socks, and shoes
Oh that's ya bitch
I knocked her loose

cmon lil bishop
I got the juice
That nigga say he got opps
He cool

And he say he got the drop
On who
Lil bro must not have a lot to lose
He steady posting his Glock for proof

These niggas unseason aint got no blues
They takin the perks and the Roxies too
He wanna go viral he got the news
Who told you cuffing a thot was cool my guy

What you tryna get rich off a luck, we hustle
You tryna eat off the bitch or cuff her,
Sugar, spice, everything nice,
Still can't let a Power Puff bitch in my bubble
I gotta keep the real shit off the reels,
I know if I post what, I want i'm in trouble

Labels, the feds, they handing out deals,
My pockets obese, lookin' for the next meal,
This your first time in the H, we sill
This your first time with some pape, I can tell
I was stalkin' somebody else for my mail

Snow on the way, let a fiend test a rail,
Pushin' that shit like a bat outta hell
2013, I got popped with a scale, Stackin' my chips so long, they stale
Still touchin' it if I don't see it like Braille

And it's trials, nigga
And it's been trials
And it's always gon' be trials

Nigga, fuck you talkin' about
Nigga
What now
Nigga