You did good, lick
Its a smash!
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wetto, Wetto, Wetto
Wet, wet, wet
Wet, wet, wet Wetto!
I got the Glock in my yoga pants
Fucking that bitch in a yoga stance
Swangin that K with an open stance
Loaded from smoking that opium
Stain a lil boy in the clothes hes in
All of my walls, they closing in
51-50, they tryna come get me
Just minding my business and moseying
Matte black, smokin packs
Panic attacks, back to back
Xanax on my lap, debating hmm
Should I relapse?
But back to the hoe I was talkin bout
I just wanna put it up in her mouth
Pimping up in my blood, whats up cuz?
Thuggin that dirty South
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59
Three fingers in the air, main bitch by my side
licky pull up in a quarter mill and slaughter up your daughter
Yung Jesus with them Forgi wheels dont walk, he drive on water ay!
Any time, any place, any hood, any state
Good til it fuckin aint, Woods to the fucking face
Ridin with my baby Sage, lines on expensive plates
Tears on my diamond chains, stoic, never looking phased
Poet when Im spitting game game
Show me how that pussy shaved shaved
Dosage climbin with my shame shame
Mama crying for my pain pain
Will they ever understand?
Can I even help my dad?
Money fuckin up my fam
Givin until theres nothing left
Pulling up in that latest damn!
Choppa stay on me, dont need no hands
Prefer to be lonely, dont need no friends
Hoe we just fucking, I dont date fans
Im with my cousin and talkin plans
Went to my hood and I copped some land
Blowing through money like Democrats
Two-step on the IRS, fuck a tax
Why the fuck you look to me for help?
There aint an ace in the cards I was dealt
Im 31, still dont know how to take care of myself
Honestly, Im scared that I might melt
Leave behind a bunch of black spots on a white pelt
Maybe in the next life Ill come back as a nice belt, I dont know
Theres a fine line between me and you
The biggest difference is Ill snort that shit and prolly puke
Dodge and juke all the bullshit yall try and pull me through
But Im still shinin, baby girl wildin
Catch me ridin by with that look in my eyes
Palms start to sweat, by the way Im grippin my nine
Yeah, Im always on my toes but Im still the same height
Standin tall over my grave
Make sure its filled with all the people we supposedly saved
Make sure you throw the plaques in and all the money we made
I cant put them on my wall, that shit just aint my taste
It aint my taste, it aint my taste
Lil shawty wanna marry me, I said, Youre better off in debt!
If it didnt work out baby, Ill be real hard to forget
German whips and private jets, private beaches to access
Fuck on me baby, Im still a mess and no that aint a threat
I ride for my family, thats Grey 59
Try and be all I can be, and I waste my time
On the brink of insanity, I cant make up my mind
Yeah, I battle my vanity and I think Im blind
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59
Three fingers in the air-
Three fingers in the air-
Four letters, two numbers, bitch, Grey 59
Three fingers in the air, m-
Three fingers in the air, main-
I ride for my family, thats Grey 59
I- I ride for my family, thats Grey 59
Try and be all I can be, and I waste my ti- ti- ti- time
Try and be all I can be, and I waste my time