Rapper Weed (feat. BRISTACKZ & tommy electra)

Imma go to Saks Spend all of my racks I don't give a f*ck Cause I always I get them back I ain't stressing bout no nigga Cause they always running back Yeah, plug gon need a sack like I'm a running back She say, "STACKZ, where you get your shoes?" That bitch wanna match Yeah I'm always in that Niem No, this not no Nordstrom Rack I got red and green beams And this AR automatic (yes) If you want some static, it can get really tragic Now your brother in a casket cause this glizzy automatic I don't f*ck with broke bitches cause they know I'm really havoc Yeah I f*ck with yerkocets, it's a really bad habit Yeah, going out of state I got these bitches shaking ass If I pop a 30, I forget about my past My sugar daddy spoil me, he lets me get this and that And that Marc Jacobs tote bag And those Balenciaga tracks Yeah, he gets my nails done And 40 inches to my ass Whoa Ay Whoa Whoa Go, go, go My shoes oxblood, they say, "Made in Italy" I'm in the June foxglove and the jade is hitting me Went from moon rock spuds to the standard infantry I'm in the the gloom, flocked doves make a land of infamy What's that? Stut-stutter when I step I get under cover when I butter up the West (yes) I feel like an author, daughters knows I do it best (yes) I've been like a doctor serving water to the guests (yeah) Hungry for the cheddar and lettuce and the munyon I can do it better, smell the spenders like some onions Buddy said he's stepping but he's getting all these bunions Running out on empty, keep it steady when the sun's down Marijuana I'm a smokestack, that's a bad habit Cherry bubba in my strapback, like a white rabbit Mary wanna smoke the rap pack, but she can't have it Why'd they even let you hold that? Not on my planet Why'd you even try to take a hit? This is rapper weed Why'd you even light it to your lips? I might slap a knee Why'd you even try to take it in? That's a lot of tree Why'd you even ask me where it is? Keep it all on me (yes)!