Lyrics: Brennan Andrew Story
Music: Brennan Story
Are you serious?
Well, everybody want a bad b#tch
I just want a bag, b#tch
Police at my door, they keep on asking where the stash is
She don’t really love me, i just know that she an actress
Well, i don’t really need her, i’ma put her on the blacklist
She was in my dms but i don’t really want her
If anybody want smoke, i’m a smoker, yeah
And if he talking down, he a goner, yeah
I’ma send ’em to the sky like a stoner
Riding with the gun, i’ma squeeze
Can’t breathe, no asthma
Everything i say is straight lava, no plasma
Walk into the building and i’m causing a disaster
I’ma go ghost on a b#tch, no casper
I ain’t tryna be your friend unless i can get it in
I been laying low and i been stacking up my dividends
I’ma give it straight to you, b#tch, i don’t need no middleman
But i’ma keep it quiet, i don’t really know who’s listening
I’ll keep my hoodie on ’cause i don’t really wanna be seen
I gotta watch the people who ain’t playing for my team
You keep on talking, i don’t really know ’bout what you mean
I’m only focused on the green, on the green, hoe
From the 519 to the 613
You could cause a mosh pit, they already know me
I’m no sneak disser, i’m the type to pull up on your clique
With a 30-06 semi-automatic
Go talk your sh#t, lil’ b#tch, i’ma pull up with a stick
Bands on my neck and on my wrist
I’m just telling you what i done did
Since you told me that i wouldn’t be sh#t
Shout-out to my brother, though
We got a pack, made it flip, and now we run it up
You think you cash making, your career a martyrdom
I be busting out these barrels like i’m donkey kong, you hoe
You a b#tch, but it’s good
I eat p#ssies for breakfast
I don’t need no one telling me ’bout how i need to be flexing
You don’t know sh#t about my life, stop tryna get my attention
I might get flooded out the chain just to cure my depression, alright
Yeah, yeah, don-don-don-don, haha
Yeah, uhm-uh-uh
Story hit ’em with it
Let’s get to it
Well, everybody want a bad b#tch
I just want a bag, b#tch
Police at my door, they keep on asking where the stash is
She don’t really love me, i just know that she an actress
Well, i don’t really need her, i’ma put her on the blacklist
She was in my dms but i don’t really want her
If anybody want smoke, i’m a smoker, yeah
And if he talking down, he a goner, yeah
I’ma send ’em to the sky like a stoner
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no, uhm-uhm