Stones (feat. Swooty Mac)

Smoke filling the room No shot at a Crip But I'm done feeling the blues I smile through a loss Because the wins come after like whenever you give niggas news And you could feel the same way if you niggas a choose F*ck it I can't expect them to catch it all That's the job of a bucket And I'm giving them buckets I hope that you got some coverage This shit is getting expensive I'm practicing repetition I owe myself reparations And blamed it all on the devils Had myself in sedation Needed help and didn't say it that's my gift for my curse cause I always figure it out And the ones who understood that out here making me proud We skipped a couple of steps But never TripIt for clout Recognize a couple scenes wasn't big as your mouth You looking for a change to come for me You better dig in your couch Because all I know is three letters in front of the sound Sound Sound Ayy Pour drink in my cup And give me props, even when I'm fucking shit Its GK f*ck what they all say bitch know that it's us And the answers always Swoot if they asking what's up I just need a couple million blues I'll feel mo better Buy my baby some new shoes, cause the flo real messy Speak on me to tell the truth cause it can sure get hectic Message everybody knows that if it's dope is selling Hey hey hey I've been over focused Up all night working Bitch I ain't had no sleep Nigga this the playoffs Me , my dogs been Ballin out for 19 weeks Mama, pray we stay up out the streets A couple fights, but never really had no beef We just trying to eat I won't let you take a thing from me I never had a thought about what you niggas think Drag my name I come out clean But this shit could get real dirty One stone kill a couple birdies And I know them same birdies, had a feast because they out early Another birdie in my ear, and guess what this one just done told me You was throwing shots Now watch what we throw back this one's a oldie Circle locked don't think you homie cause you Homies with the homey Because we definitely know the difference between a coney and a crony And the homie Swooty said he got some Swooties he could show me That's gonna do it to the point I feel like they already know me Bet the neighbors know my name I told them fuckers don't be nosey Then beat it even louder Till both cheeks is getting rosey Put a ring around that thing I got a pocket full of Posey I mean a pocket full of paper And that's just how I'm serving shit up never been no waiter Chris Brown with all that parkour I'm just running with the takers I say get it how you get it I ain't never been no hater Because when you turn that shit to stones boy it ain't nothing they could say bruh