Lyrics

Got two hundreds and X pills inside my MCM bag
Phone acting weird as fuck, I'm thinking that the phone's tapped
This boss is working, now I need mo' bags
P.I. please get in touch, I'll grab Gelato and a smoke that
He call my phone like "Where the smoke at"?
He at the ranch like "Where the coke at"?
Got fiends licking empty Coke bags
Gotta sniff a whole gram of keg
That shit got me feeling wobbly
I'm counting bands like it's Monopoly
This bitch sucking dick properly
I'm known for talking shit constantly
It's most of you come on my property
Got cameras all in my apartment
You make one false move, I'll spark it
Punk eats fuck off shrooms at Target
Go for the low, fuck up the mark
Guys in the streets for fifty dollars
Tryna put on my Aspiring Travis
Still cop a QP, 4240
Try to rob me, go and meet my 40
I got a 40 with a 30
Two grids, I can't defeat, I'm serving
I'm speeding hard as fuck and I'm swerving
Written by: Smoke Supreme
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