Chaotic

Put down the bottle of crown I get to chuggin Give a nigga from the suburbs The feeling that he was thuggin I'm buggin out n I'm stupid I find a beat and I loop it Till I'm wrapped around the neck Probably beating it black and blue And I'll wet the back of a blue Never back em I ain't a fool Are you watching what they do They reason I gotta tool nigga Left too many cold to play it cool witcha Rolling interstate Pussy is on the dinner plate She procrastinating Cause all that she do is finish late Wait Tone it down 6 deep n we rollin out Looking for some trouble Or some fun whatever come about Head up somewhere in the clouds Chase me never find me Feel like ice is in my veins It's just the saline on the iv Giving up my life to get a check It's not surprising Sit and talk while I smile Cause I don't say a lot Yeah I think I'm listening But then I'm thinking maybe not Too much on my mind I got music I'm trynna make it Pop Smoke a couple grams Just to settle down the chaotic thought