Stash

Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A My mind is off the meter, motion pictures Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash Blacked out balaclava She knew 'bout the hidden stash Wait, hold up I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more Whip around the town and tell the driver I don't care about the Uber surge pricing We goin' XL, we super sizing Double XL, she wan' super size it I bend it over and excerise it I'm doing drugs, I don't glamorize 'em Look in my eyes, you just a snake I can tell by the way you smiling Ya, dawg I've been tryna eat Hungry, I'm picking my teeth I was raised up on the street Daddy left when I was 3 Since he dipped, it's been beef Momma moved us to Orléans But we came from OB I had to put all my cash in Skipped on some seasons of fashion Had to focus on my passion Then that shit really paid off Now I'm in that Off-White shit Got Givenchy in my outfit Got inspired from Rodeo Homie, I really bossed up Man, enough is enough I've been praying, it ain't luck I been workin' like a dog I been workin' like a dog I been grindin' like the plug I been grindin' like the plug I been grindin' like the plug Everyday I'm feelin' like I'm M.I.A My mind is off the meter, motion pictures Contemplatin' how she tried to take the cash Blacked out balaclava She knew 'bout the hidden stash Wait, hold up I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got some more I got so much shit I gotta catch up on Lil bitch, get ya step on Lil bitch, get to stepping Lil bitch in Stilletos You got me wrong, I'm the best one Yeah, I'm better than ya last one Yeah, I'm better than ya next one Mothafucka, I'm the best one Yo yo I cop a bag straight straight from Louis All of you opps lookin' goofy My homie, he ride with the Gucci Don't mess with his boys Cause they ride with the toolie Bumpin' that B.I.G. Juicy Just hit up Popeyes then dip with a 2-piece Album be droppin', you fakes lookin' goofy I been smokin' on the boofy, yeah I just been smokin' that shit I just been fuckin' that bitch Said that I went and switched Nah you got it twisted, been with the shits But I'm smart, I keep it lowkey n shit My circle is small, but we strong Pay my family from my songs Pray I'm never doing wrong Pray my money gettin' long I pray the feds don't catch me Prayin' my opps don't blast me Cause I got my past in the backstreet I moved them packs out the backseat Movin' the packs like an athlete No Uber man, I had to taxi Mix A.P.C. with the Acne I got my girl and she ride with her daddy I gotta get all my shit straight Makin' money like I'm Mitch, man I've been workin' on my shit, man I've been grindin' since my mixtapes I've been workin' on my shit, man I ain't never talking shit, man