I got this pistol in my lap, Addicted to getting Drugs off, got a monkey on my back

Bro temp to rip the plug off but I spent some and He matched it, Got too much shit to worry

about And this bitch being a gnat, Bitch switch moods like sour patches, I'm a rolling stone

wherever I'm at my home they ever ask you, Try to watch my tone watch how I talk to hoes

Now I'm a daddy, standing over stoves my uncle told me don't let this be a habit, I pay what

I owe, I ever need lil mo He let me grab it, I don't rock no shows but I rock os and

turn em into baskets, I believe in ghosts I seen some of his bros turn into castles

my eyes always low I use my head and shoulders while in traffic, that lil reefer odor too strong

Make sure you close it with a vacuum, these **** try and bite my style but I'm a one of none

I call a baby one hit wonder soon as I come I'm done, Treating **** like my child just

Make me want a son, Bay bay these **** ain't on shit come watch me take a dump, Keep it funky

Long as I'm trying fuck her, she get what she want, my phone jump, my fiend need another stimulus

Vote for Donald Trump, these **** chumps my boy gon take em out, he finna buy him lunch

My grandma told me I better not never run, cause she ain't raising punks, this pistol in my lap

It's business when I bump down, put the gun down we can scrap, highlight play ESPN

I touch down with a pack, I ain't got no lane, for fint my old head smoking crack, ****