mayday

Singer: sheck wes

yo

chase b

i'm going dumb in a moshpit

if i'm out in the crowd

i lost it

i can't close my eyelids

why? 'cause a young nigga off it

uh

i got the message like a prophet

i got the message like a

i got the message like a prophet

uh

last year

made a big profit

uh

big bands

put it in my wallet

uh

smoking this gas got me coughing

yes

sir

if you talk that bad

put you in a casket or a coffin

yeah

it's a motherfucking stickup

put your hands up or get hit up

i grew up a bad nigga

section 8 baby

i was in the projects with the hitters

now

i count bands

count figures

you don't fuck with sheck wes? get the finger

danced on a ho like mike

danced on a ho like the wizard

my youngin heart cold like december

streets done turned him to a killer

the car panoramic

all white

ku klux klan-in'

i got in her panties

i didn't eat the candy

the new one is spanish

i hopped out the coupe

gave a rack to her grannie

i don't do the bogus

ain't tryna expose you

i didn't even tell 'em your house was foreclosure

i didn't even know

i'm so sorry

i'm sorry

i thought that you fucked him

i owe you for life

and you won with no score

i hop off the jet

i hop on the boat

i'm smokin' biscotti

it's makin' me choke

i have afterparties and air out the parties

i'm drinkin' red

i don't want no bacardi

when i get the kids

you look so sorted

you look like you have a good time with your buddies

i know that you need a little break and they fussin' with you

it's the oath to shoot out of the bucket with you

need a nanny

i go randy savage

i gave 'way the rollie

the ap is 'matic

got daytonas

breitlings

got skeletons added

the shit don't look average

i like how it's setting

i'm checking the static

i'm checking the settings

this piece 'round my neck

eat while cookin' my patty

i'm hungry as fuck

'bout to eat out her catty

i got the biggest spot inside the valley

i'm next to john wall

i could throw him an alley

run the play

boy

mansion is steppin'

i put on some ice

now i'm cold as an attic

i know how to fold

they took all my cash in

i know how to fish

i know that i'm rich

i poured an eight in a sierra mist

ranned up some m's

i don't need a lick

heard she was gone

i don't see that bitch

i'm going dumb in a moshpit

if i'm out in the crowd

i lost it

i can't close my eyelids

why? 'cause a young nigga off it

uh

i got the message like a prophet

i got the message like a

i got the message like a prophet

uh

last year

made a big profit

uh

big bands

put it in my wallet

uh

smoking this gas got me coughing

yes

sir

if you talk that bad

put you in a casket or a coffin

yeah

it's a motherfucking stickup

put your hands up or get hit up

i grew up a bad nigga