Get to the bag
I’ve been awake for a week
Hit it then laugh
Im gone be good if you leave
Digital dash
Passenger seat when I’m lean
Tell me the facts you do the most when you speak
God bless my sins, I’m not a criminal But i can really get rid of you Uh Counting my wins, money residual Never been minimal Uh I never miss, kick that bitch out my room Savage I have to move Uh I never trip, I don’t get mad at youts I’ll switch my avenue uh I’m sharing no intel Like I got nothing up in there All of my homies they been real A n***a still sipping on gin still They wanna tell me be gentle That shit just fucks with my mental Fuck wasting time I just run Never in last I’m in front Why would I act like I’m tough Shit wasn’t smooth it was rough made it from hatred and drugs Gin with some ice in my cup Ex bitch tried ringing my phone Why would I ever pick up I don’t be giving no fucks They want me down not up Okay I got growth on my mind I don’t hang around with trash Kick that bitch out my life New that we would never last On the grind Rocking thrasher Like I took off on a ramp Got no time to give answers I don’t ever call them back Get to the bag I’ve been awake for a week Hit it then laugh Im gone be good if you leave Digital dash Passenger seat when I’m lean Tell me the facts you do the most when you speak