Broke phone (feat. Lucki)

That shit red, two hundred thousand I still know the rules but in— (Ayy, ayy, uh) That shit red, two hundred thousand I still know the rules but in silence I'll speak the truth, but the slimiest, no roof, but still a Mafia Louis everything, but I'm proud of you You can't turn a motherfucker against me 'til your dollars up Codeine on the way, but I'm sober for the day I woke up at 8 PM, how I make a hundred K? I got really sick friends, do whatever to keep me safe Happen so fast, they thought I paid, Bada-bing, bada-boom I'm on drink like Cedar son, but they feel me 'cause I'm Tune I just hit a rapper ho', my bitch brought her in the room Trackhawk tear up Beverly Hill This a car not even meant for here I got old ass money, but that new shit got me here Fuck everybody, everybody, everything, everything Swear to god, like, I only want to keep a debt with you Like, only that way (Gang), You know what it is (Forget about it) That shit red, ayy, ayy That shit red, ten hundred thousand I still know the rules but in— (Shh, gang, gang, gang, ayy, ayy) That shit like six hundred thousand (Yeah) This that Kanye check, they sent it through the wire (Swear to God) I think I might give Ted Talks, so many I inspire (Huh) We (Hrrt), come take heads off your block, reportin' live I pray one day I'm trustworthy, been slimy all my life (Ski) You see these niggas I be with, that's greatest gang, all time My bitch like Chanel bags and gettin' flowers on surprise And I'm on the road just gettin' these riches, But I'll rob Right now its Perc' 20 on my back like John Collins (Huh?) No cap, man, I'm fightin' from keep on nodding, feel like Gervonta Told her, "Take them Skims off, let me be your Ray J" (Frrt) Pape' roll on me sky blue, salt and vinegar Lays bag (Skrrt) Only time these niggas show they passion when they hate a man My young niggas tweakin', no respect, they'd kill a made man I'm just young, rich, junkie, cup so dark it look like slave land I wake up so wavy, sometimes think I slept in a waterbed Fuck everybody Fuck— fuck everything, nigga The fuck goin' on nigga (Fuck everybody) And me, I'm purposely toxic (Fuck everything) Yeah, that shit red, two hundred thousand (Uh) Just two years ago, I ain't even have all these problems (Uh) My life gettin' low, Oxycodone my only hobby This four poured Canada Dry, taste like ice cream (Shh, uhh) This lame nigga lord of the rings, he cuffin' a thotty (Shh) Me, I'm purposely toxic, need to stop being so damn childish I ain't gotta move my hand Move a thousand grams just off my posture (Gang) This lil' bitch so bad, might get a bag just how she arch it (Yeah) It's not Training Day, want to see my stash Gotta pull the carpet (Hrrt, beep, beep) It's a tag on his head, leave him on the glass like card deal Sorry I don't broom jump, Wockhardt my only bride, nigga See my stash and cry, man, that bitch my joy and pride Really, damn