Lyrics: Dazed Within
Music: Dazed Within
In the club sippin’ drank (sippin’ drank)
These bitches twerkin' (these bitches twerking)
Your hoe on me, sorry, she be choosing (choosing)
In the club pouring drank (pouring drank)
I’m with my brothers (with my brothers)
Two phones on me cause my bitch be lurkin'
I pour it in my cup (i pour it in my cup)
(yeah)
My fifty jeans, they cost a damn lot (they cost a damn lot)
So i must run it up (run it up)
So i can look so damn fly (so damn fly)
Yeah, i won't spend it all
I be getting cheese, so i wouldn’t trust that bitch, huh
See, young nigga feel like ridin' through the bity, getting them bust so quick
Spark a loose leaf, no, i don’t give a **** how that backwood hit
Huh, sipping on codeine, we sliding straight up with them blicks
Tuesday, i went right from the trap to the club
Tuesday, i’m rocking fifty jeans, ain’t counting up
You could really be my trap queen [?] through the [?]
On my phone talking ’bout bullshit, i’m really pouring up
Yeah, fried, fried, i’m geeked
Too high, i can’t even sleep
[?] really been outside, i ain't been home in a week
[?] you can’t even compete
Swag- swagged out, some alyx jeans
[?] can’t even get geeked
Swag- swagged out, some alyx jeans
Gas [?], can’t even get geeked
This bitch peeped my swag, fifty jeans, she want my meat
Bitch, it’s filthy stick, i’m tryna get rich just like in a week
Yeah, we in the club, i’m lit as ****, we always geeked
I popped two percocets, that’s why this bitch head game so weak
I’m tryna forget my name, i won’t remember that shit
Hoe stay screaming my name, that’s how i remember that shit
Think i found my brain, this shit a game, i’m still getting rich
Think i found my brain, i’m in this game with kk jit
(yeah)
This real Glock, not gok, bitch ass nigga
Fraw, yeah, yeah
I just woke up with drank in my cup
With some thick shit, i’m rubbing her butt
Early morning, she want me to **** (****)
Off the perc, she can’t get enough (enough)
With my brothers, we finna go up (up)
To the top of the ceiling, we up
We **** bitches, turn you to a cuck
Ca-call up slime, my shit live, you get cook, huh
Yeah, in the stu, i might get what i wanna
I’m with max and we roll marijuana
In a loose leaf we smokin on proper
And lil kk blow shit like osama
In the swamp with a dick and a condom (and a condom)
Call up drop for the drank know he got some
I just ran up my cheddar you got none
(yeah, on gang)
Yeah, we don’t like to play about no bitch (no)
All my niggas getting rich (yeah)
I don' spent a couple bands on the fit (yeah)
All my brothers got headaches, i got rick
cause my momma ain’t raise no bitch (yeah)
Huh
Shoutout maxxon, kk
Yeah, all my brothers (fraw)
This real Glock, not gok, bitch ass nigga
(step up, he get done up)