Vouch For Dat

This bitch keep screamin' flood,

Come on

By my lonely yeah, I got it out the mud

Wood filled with all this pain, but I'm still servin' drugs

Yo, own man's, a, pop your melon for a dub

Skirtin' off SRT, we left the body at the club

Wild body, me and Scrill out here switchin' lanes

Can't fuck with ****, cause they really out here sellin' game

New kit came from Gary, but I been froze

I ain't even need the ice, still had your bitch chose

Same clothes on my back for a month straight

Ran up a 50 piece, then I had to switch safes

You be flashin' petty money, lookin' like a ham

We be in the kitchen with dem blenders, fuckin' with them grams

Tuckin' every dollar, lil' ****, fuck Uncle Sam

When I look in the mirror, I know who I am

When you look in the mirror, you can't even stand

Real **** do real shit, and you ain't got a chance

Been down on my luck, but I bounce back

Now I'm countin' money in the Stu , come get your boo back

She keep sayin' I'm really him, and you ain't even that

We can't even talk the same language, cause you move with rats

I can't even see the call, if it don't equal racks

I can't even drive the car, if it ain't Jeep or Cats

I won't even sip the cup, if it ain't wok or act

Still ten' toes, my own ****, they can vouch for that

Yeah, they can vouch for that

Yeah, they can vouch for that

Bitch, check my resume, come on