Lyrics: Brandon Robert Caskey
Music: Brandon Robert Caskey
Bag up the zippy, I'm going hippy
The shit is so butter, it's Jiffy
I got here quickly so now I'm gon' be here til 2050
So please don't **** with me, I'm high
The streets full of snakes
Gotta move through them swiftly
Most people are sheeps
And for that reason there, I am forever trippy
Back to work then I'm out the house
Counted out so many times, couldn't count the doubt
Got two bad b*****s giving mouth to mouth
I'm feeling like the hottest rapper ever out the South
Like Wayne, Trae, Pimp C, without the clout
I'ma serve the whole city, pull 'em out the drought
They never on, when they out, they out
They talking like what they 'bout, they 'bout
They really lost, they without the route
Always doing too much
B*****s in the city always tryna pursue us
I just poured a hunnid dollar lean inside of two cups
**** the other side, know somebody wanna shoot us
We don't be with broke boys who ain't ever knew us
We ain't out beefing with the broke boys
I just pulled up in a Rolls Royce
Birdman gave me no choice
Smoke one, let these hoes rotate like the wheel
I'm so high, I ain't ever coming down off the hill
I don't touch the lean 'less I bust that shit out the seal
I just ****ed two hoes, I don't give a shit how they feel
Swear I never call too much
My homie on the pill doing too much
We at the trap house moving too much
B*****s on my phone always doing too much
Those who got the most to say never really do much
I swear they doing too much
Yeah, somebody run the city, I'm like, "Who us?"
When it come to the money, to the b*****s
I could never have too much
Left out the crib then came back in a Bentley
Bad b*****s tempt me
Second I give in, she know I ain't ****ing her gently
Devilish smile, but got the voice of an angel
I don't know who sent me
Looked in my closet
I'm thinking 'bout swapping all the shit I got for Givenchy
Live by the code, I'm da Vinci
Stay with the blade on me, think that I'm Kens*in
Pop me a shroom, now I'm jumping dimensions
Got these hoes all in my mentions, may be a mile from inches
Pouring up the Hennessy
I don't need no one to tell me that's the remedy
Some of these rappers really not who they pretend to be
Don't need to meet 'em, feel it all in they energy
I can see the signs, man, it's all in assembly
Hit the homie Plies and we draw on the enemy
I ain't got the time, I'm tryin' to stall what is meant to be
Every time I drop it's like the song of the century
Talking 'bout the greatest and you flawed not to mention me
**** it though, we ain't out beefing with the broke boys
I'ma pull up in a Rolls Royce
Birdman gave me no choice
Smoke one, let these hoes rotate like the wheel
I'm so high, I ain't ever coming down off the hill
I don't touch the lean 'less I bust that shit out the seal
I just ****ed two hoes, I don't give a shit how they feel
Swear I never call too much
My homie on the pill doing too much
We at the trap house moving too much
B*****s on my phone always doing too much
Those who got the most to say never really do much
I swear they doing too much
Yeah, somebody run the city, I'm like, "Who us?"
When it come to the money, to the b*****s
I could never have too much
Black Sheep ****ing 2
Yeah, we ain't doing none of that fake shit no more
No more fake chains, no more fake rappers
No more fake money, fake relations*ips
Just us