BWV (feat. Fivio Foreign)

Great John on the beat, by the way Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels Uh, still clutchin' the steel Still tryna separate fake from the real And they still tellin' me, "Chill" Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills From the bottom, she toppin' me still I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel Think I'm racist, all black in the field Like "How is he famous still with all the drills?" Got the juice, I ain't lettin' it spill I fell back and they mention me still Whenever we step, it's a hit or a kill They like, "Sleepy, you trippin', we know that you will" Uh, bitch, stop tellin' me, "Chill" Like Danny Glover, I make movies for real Uh, mama, you good on the bills And grandma just wanna see that I prevail Probably mad that I ain't go to Yale But fuck it, your grandson doin' well Used to hate that I ain't wear a belt But I couldn't buy all the drip Me and bro tryna find us a lick Shooter Gang, bitch, you know who I'm with We clutchin', like, "Boy, who you runnin' to get?" Extra clip, she be doublin' it Same bitch let me fuck, she was dubbin' and shit Now she see me, she huggin' and shit She told me she love me, she buggin' and shit Baby girl got a man, but she with it Uh, just give me the digits And call me when he not around, I can kick it Say he flexin' that bread, but don't spend it Know me, I might buy you a Birkin for business And baby, you know how I'm livin' So I can't be trustin' these niggas and women Can't be trustin' these— look Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels Uh, still clutchin' the steel Still tryna separate fake from the real And they still tellin' me, "Chill" Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills From the bottom, she toppin' me still I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel Yeah (Huh) She already know how I feel (She do) I take her to one of them places (I do) He a killer, he got one of them faces Come with the pussy, I come with the payment She ain't comin' if she under the ages (Nah) Uh-uh, I call Gino and he come with an Asian Yeah, I'm off the Perc', yeah, I'm goin' through phases (Look) Nigga, I'm over the standin' ovations (Uh) I want money, not congratulations You better find somebody else to play with 'Cause the killers runnin' out of patience (Baow) And a nigga like me (A nigga like me) You'll never see a nigga like me (Nah) I take care of home and I deal with the streets And I never mix the business with beef (Nah) That's like the number one rule (It is) I took care of the kids and I made it look cool I battle demons in my sleep I wake up and help 'em make it to school (Huh, huh) Huh, I wake up and help 'em make it to school Gettin' high, got me stuck in my feels Uh, still clutchin' the steel (Baow) Still tryna separate fake from the real (Yeah) And they still tellin' me, "Chill" Now I'm sippin' Wock', stopped poppin' them pills (Yeah) From the bottom, she toppin' me still I show it, I don't gotta say how I feel (Nah)