FROM SNIPPET


When I count up blues, it make me forget about you
When I count up blues, it just get me up in my mood
Just feel like the right mood, I ain't stressin' over you
Fill my cup with a deuce then I count up them blues
Then I, clean up my lil tool
In case gotta buss his ass, leave his brains in the grass
Drive fast, ain't catchin' my ass (oh)
Them boys pulled up inside, you know we outside
Hell nah we don't hide, no excuses you know what I ride
Why you don't blow your fye
Cause you ain't ready to die
(I'm so double R Bird Business)
I got a Glock wit' a button
Do your ass in public it's nothing, better know how I'm coming
In the TSA line they don't see my pint, up in my luggage
N***a must be blind, I'm still finna fly, baby I'm coming
In a Maybach truck just jumpin'
These n***as never be on my level, they all bummy
Put him in the ground, give him a shovel, send him to the dungeon
Fuck you Ima cross that hammer, bust his pockets
Twelve hundred on some Maison Margelias, know how I'm comin'
[?] n***as still rock Goodfellas, white tee on me
I'm above y'all, I don't see no comp, no opponent
I don't fuck with n***as, my circle smaller than an exponent