bbb

holla at ya boy

my swag ugly like lonzo ball's shoe

but it's all looks and niggas when i fall through

i'm a dog like

i'm looking for a spar

unite it all

watch me stuff your memoirs inside a cigar

i'm getting blazed in your memory

crush these weak niggas like: ha

sheesh

give me energy

my whole fleet moving with mystique

that's that synergy

lame niggas talking like they made in the spot light looking finicky

y'all bore

i'm more american horror story

you bore my words like paranoia to a porch warrior boy

not in my category

running that weak fade like joe torre

i'm in the clutch where niggas worry

shit i'm robert horry

and this some

protect your neck and get your chest split for your necklace

young and reckless

ayy

ayy

get that chest split for that necklace

young and reckless

i don't know where i come from with all this shit i be thinking

but you not seeing me

you motherfuckers keep dreaming

my heart froze solid like i'm some kind of anemic

stick my fingers down a trap like i'm some kind of bulimic

swear my fingers stay itchy

i don't need no glove

and if ain't about the money nigga we don't budge

still from the mud

i'm from the scummy

i don't need no love

all my family can't stand if you don't bleed no blood

i was hitting it