2KTOVEN

In a drop top sippin' Jamison, my bitch hair in the wind My future bright but Ion need shades, see it through these Gucci lens It's like I'm sippin' energy cause of this cup that's in my hand And I don't love that bitch, I'm just tryna f*ck on all of her friends Lord forgive me for my sins, I repent Catch who slippin', you got me bent Sippin' dirty water and I ain't in Flint This ain't Michigan, he shot at me and missed again We spinnin', ain't no fidgetin ATM I'm punchin' in Studio I'm punchin' in He talk shit, I'm punchin' him Get me mad, I'm slumpin' him Tie him up, we trunkin' him And my glizzy got a long clip like a sword, I feel like Trunk's the kid And this bitch could' f*ck for a long time, I got a sore dick So much demons round me, need a cleanse and I ain't talkin' downy I block out the haters and keep grindin' cause they just gon' down me Did like 15 months and I was rockin' out in Broward County But I'm a dade baby, keep my iron jus' like I'm Robert Downey Gossipin', and talkin' bout who, nigga I talk bout money He Chris Rock cause of the way my niggas slid and slapped him silly This 4'5", it got good aim and in the frame, I slap a 50 And my lil' nigga came from chase the other day he smacked for 60 No remorse, we show no pity Pop pop make him bop like Diddy They like, what the f*ck that is, that shit went rrrrrr, sound like a semi They want smoke, then we the chimney You could touch me, still can't feel me I be screamin', they don't hear me I be cheifin' cause weed heal me He was tryna clear his head, ain't no worries, gave him help with that He was thinkin' so much so he sent shots at his thinking cap Should've stayed your dumb ass in your hood, now you gotta think about that And you don't want no beef with me, it ain't that serious nigga, you won't link bout that