Moxie Java (feat. Nef The Pharaoh)

Look I think I might have a fucking problem Crushing Adderall in Moxie Java Thinking about getting more to the bank Trying to get places they said I can't I think I might have a fucking problem Crushing Adderall in Moxie Java Thinking about getting more to the bank But they won't let me in cause I smell like dank I'm just a Berkeley nigga putting on for the south Metal detectors installed in my mouth I've been far too focused to take note of you clowns Got a big booty bitch and she holding me down down Everytime I come around town these niggas embarassed Yall out feeling fresh off clearance I stunt when not necessary My dick has seen too much pussy to get married Keep that shit pounding like 808 Keep a bad bitch on lay away With pussy so fire that shit should say stay away My papa taught me the playa way I hope my bro put the K away Would spray for me when needed Pray for me I need it I been sucker ducking, ducking polices Harassing me cause my features When I be out with my (?) bitch (?) My other bitch a beleiver My other bitch Empenecia I mob in her Prious, her momma don't like me I told her suck me I'm a Berkeley nigga, shit could get ugly My niggas pouring fours all in their slushy We taking risks like we was taking lunch money Fuck it, we trappin' trippin, trippin' trappin' You niggas piggy-backing, I'm with the realest faction Sucka niggas napping, wake 'em out of Z We send a bitch like a pound of weed I got niggas living sending a pound a week Counting money like fat bitches count calories Triple, quadruple our salary Shit on these niggas give fucks if they mad at me Actually I think I might have a (Fucking problem) Crushing Adderall and (Marijuana) Thinking about getting more (To the bank) Trying to get places (they said I can't) Actually I think I might have a (Fucking problem) Crushing Adderall and (Marijuana) Thinking about getting more (To the bank) But they won't let me in cause I (Smell like dank) I think I might have a mother fucking problem I think I might have a mother fucking problem Tripping in the trap house Tripping, tripping in the trap house Got a bitch in the US suck dick for a sport Four foot three and she never come short I think she falling in love with the boy (?) that is not a good choice Berkley, Chanel, straight dolphin apparel Get left with the pharoah Chewing on Zanny's, I'm fresh off the plane Know bitch I'm the man No socks in my Yeezys The lean got me sleepy I'm still feeling freaky Bout to go round up some mother fucking checks Green sip, yellow sip, Afghan Tex Yall niggas ain't about that syrup shit Boy no making you nervous Me and my niggas get rich off this Hit the mart blow it back cause the money ain't shit I know I'm going in but let a nigga take a sip Shit She wanna take a trip, she ain't never got her chips Imma dip I love smoking weed and sipping mother fucking wiling Bitch I (?)