No In Between
Shawty got my heart, it's really causing me some pain
So I'm smoking kush man, I'm smoking this shit like propane
Can't explain what I'm feeling yeah, so try to visualize
Me and you, you and I, yeah, growin' til we die
In the past, I've been traumatized, I can't even lie
I done been hurt, yeah, ay, way too many times
It's okay, that shit got me, got my head up in the grind
It's okay, but my mama tell me that it's not okay
I'm like, wait, she said you a lunatic, you goin' insane
Cause I hate when these pussy niggas go against the grain
Man I ate all them blue bands they was on my plate
Now Katrina got my mind stormin', this shit hurricane
In the U, me and you, yeah, let me be your friend
Me and you, you and I, yeah, countin' president
Don't you choose on me, bet on me, come and settle in
I'm a gangster, but for you, I'm a gentleman
Shawty got my heart, it's really causin' me some pain
So I smoke kush man, I'm smoking this shit like propane
Can't explain what I'm feeling yeah, so try to visualize
Me and you, you and I, yeah, growin' til we die
Til we dead, catch a headshot if you play
Like what's next, pull up with the minigun and flex
Like who next, I just wanna leave that nigga stretched
If he play,
it get scary when you thinkin' bout the top
I feel like Mary, I'ma burn the Za
I been gettin' lost, I'm smokin' Gary
I got hella pack, out the fucking jar
What I carry, GG Duffel bag
I feel like a boss, got Balenciaga sneaks
Nigga, I don't shop at Ross, and I'm in the city
I been whippin' pots, whippin' pots, whippin' up the city
Whippin' hella pots, and they hot
Whip, whip, whip, bag
I filled up with ice, drip
Paper got me geeked 4 pockets on my jeans
Michael Jackson, lean, VVS Billie Jean
Got the strap, strapped up like Marine
Do you fuck wit me or with the opps, ain't no in-between
Get up off my ass like every day
My morning routine, Maybach truck
I'm finna let it bounce, just like trampoline
I'ma have some motion, fuck it
I'ma take some Dramamine
Pop a pill, I'ma sip this shit
I'ma go to sleep, GTA
I been whippin' foreigns all up n down the street
Call me Young Thug, cause I'm runnin' up these Digits
Water on my chain, drip, drown, yeah
Bitch, I'm swimmin', yeah, that Mercedes Benz
Switchin' lanes, bitch, I'm winning
They don't wanna see us win
Why they hatin' from a distance
Yeah, it's spinnin', bitch
Just like I'm Weezy, I was out here cookin
So I'm smoking kush man, I'm smoking this shit like propane
Can't explain what I'm feeling yeah, so try to visualize
Me and you, you and I, yeah, growin' til we die
In the past, I've been traumatized, I can't even lie
I done been hurt, yeah, ay, way too many times
It's okay, that shit got me, got my head up in the grind
It's okay, but my mama tell me that it's not okay
I'm like, wait, she said you a lunatic, you goin' insane
Cause I hate when these pussy niggas go against the grain
Man I ate all them blue bands they was on my plate
Now Katrina got my mind stormin', this shit hurricane
In the U, me and you, yeah, let me be your friend
Me and you, you and I, yeah, countin' president
Don't you choose on me, bet on me, come and settle in
I'm a gangster, but for you, I'm a gentleman
Shawty got my heart, it's really causin' me some pain
So I smoke kush man, I'm smoking this shit like propane
Can't explain what I'm feeling yeah, so try to visualize
Me and you, you and I, yeah, growin' til we die
Til we dead, catch a headshot if you play
Like what's next, pull up with the minigun and flex
Like who next, I just wanna leave that nigga stretched
If he play,
it get scary when you thinkin' bout the top
I feel like Mary, I'ma burn the Za
I been gettin' lost, I'm smokin' Gary
I got hella pack, out the fucking jar
What I carry, GG Duffel bag
I feel like a boss, got Balenciaga sneaks
Nigga, I don't shop at Ross, and I'm in the city
I been whippin' pots, whippin' pots, whippin' up the city
Whippin' hella pots, and they hot
Whip, whip, whip, bag
I filled up with ice, drip
Paper got me geeked 4 pockets on my jeans
Michael Jackson, lean, VVS Billie Jean
Got the strap, strapped up like Marine
Do you fuck wit me or with the opps, ain't no in-between
Get up off my ass like every day
My morning routine, Maybach truck
I'm finna let it bounce, just like trampoline
I'ma have some motion, fuck it
I'ma take some Dramamine
Pop a pill, I'ma sip this shit
I'ma go to sleep, GTA
I been whippin' foreigns all up n down the street
Call me Young Thug, cause I'm runnin' up these Digits
Water on my chain, drip, drown, yeah
Bitch, I'm swimmin', yeah, that Mercedes Benz
Switchin' lanes, bitch, I'm winning
They don't wanna see us win
Why they hatin' from a distance
Yeah, it's spinnin', bitch
Just like I'm Weezy, I was out here cookin
Credits
Writer(s): Jose Pulido, Edgar Magaña
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