Trap Wave Freestyle
Hoes start to trip I'm glad I ain't gotta worry bout it
What you humming
Why you asking
I made this shit Really asking what you on
Just mind your business nigga
I just take a couple milligrams a day
I do
And I don't give a fuck and I just take some
pounds away
And I'll risk it just to make a track
And the people and the warnings and they telling me
Are you really calling off cause you got energy
Yeah you wasted all your breath
On a limit get their quick your point
You really don't know deep down what the hell you talking bout
You don't
I really have get to working so just leave me alone
I'm breaking crooked bars it's the last thing you'll be seeing
The last thing you hear from me before I set the stool or shelf
Get off my lawn before I fucking kill myself
Yeah this brain gotta be examined by a fucking
doctor
Nigga or you just high
Which one would you fucking rather be
Gotta catch a call we'll talk about it fucking later
And I don't really feel fucking comfortable
So let's talk it out with Sprite
You gon' rob a fucking nigga if you feel like it
And you gon' take it if you gon' want it
And you gotta fight for that fucking back
If you really wanna fucking talk about it
And I got smoking that I gotta fucking do
And I gotta sesh it up a couple times
Every day and I gotta get on to it
Ain't no time for fucking playing with these rupees
And I got dollars I got all this fucking change That I drop on when I pass em to the store
Ain't no boxing up these digits yet these
Digits talking
Ain't no risking for this fool
What you humming
Why you asking
I made this shit Really asking what you on
Just mind your business nigga
I just take a couple milligrams a day
I do
And I don't give a fuck and I just take some
pounds away
And I'll risk it just to make a track
And the people and the warnings and they telling me
Are you really calling off cause you got energy
Yeah you wasted all your breath
On a limit get their quick your point
You really don't know deep down what the hell you talking bout
You don't
I really have get to working so just leave me alone
I'm breaking crooked bars it's the last thing you'll be seeing
The last thing you hear from me before I set the stool or shelf
Get off my lawn before I fucking kill myself
Yeah this brain gotta be examined by a fucking
doctor
Nigga or you just high
Which one would you fucking rather be
Gotta catch a call we'll talk about it fucking later
And I don't really feel fucking comfortable
So let's talk it out with Sprite
You gon' rob a fucking nigga if you feel like it
And you gon' take it if you gon' want it
And you gotta fight for that fucking back
If you really wanna fucking talk about it
And I got smoking that I gotta fucking do
And I gotta sesh it up a couple times
Every day and I gotta get on to it
Ain't no time for fucking playing with these rupees
And I got dollars I got all this fucking change That I drop on when I pass em to the store
Ain't no boxing up these digits yet these
Digits talking
Ain't no risking for this fool
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Writer(s): Andrew Widener
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