Sushi (feat. Jbeezy.Lfg)

Oh, I'm on two hours of sleep, bro. Let's go

Half awake, I can barely even hold my cup

Half a drink, I can barely even hold my gun

Half a tank, I can barely even go on the run

Half a perk, I can barely even better the fuck

You talking ass

You really need to check out your son

You talking ass

You really need to check out your son

Bass, huh

People, I don't even know

Oh, that's my face

Me and my girls are cool

We have to go

Punch me in

I think I'm awake now

I need you putting your face down

I think we can race now

You're on the sticks for like an hour straight

All you hear is boom

That's a K-Rap

That drink kickin' ass

Let me lay down

I was broke in middle school

But I'm paid now

You know what to do

Keep your voice down

That voice is on the whole gang

You're a boy now

Kick it by the clink, matter of fact

Get it blown down

Are you the dope man

You got coke now

Are you a thot

Get me blown down

Are you my op, ****

Back the poles out

Hey, Saint, back the poles out

I get tired of doing pills

Let's take the coke around

He just paid me six lines of blow back at Cole's house

Freestyled in the basement at the old house

The look, he took a lot of practice, but we cold now

This is simple guns in the cushions of my old couch

He didn't take a gram

He took the whole ounce

They don't try to take a couple lines and make them hoes bounce

It's a party, man

You gotta party hard

I get paranoid because I'm really scarred

Walk around the house with a Glock and plates of Cavalos

We're walking down Beats

I got feet blisters

That is not my hoe if you sleep with her

They eating B&B on feed pills and some cheap liquor

I already followed up revenge from cracking Pete's sister

We should do a blunt tip in her mouth to make a sweet picture

Face the sweet pics

You don't ever seem lit

Humble, but we still rich

Confirm the key on the cheap fence

Get me fellatio in the passenger of a cheap whip

That's my favorite hoe

You keep asking

She ain't seen shit

How

She like to get to contests

Me and Saint out of town

We on this conquest

We got binoculars just sitting outside the complex

Making intrusions to the back just where his mom's at

They post a murder story

We just gonna take shit out of context

I got tunnel vision for my mindset

Starting to think success is the prescription for my context