Glade

Ain't hit the ceiling dog, we don't we been trynna hit the sky though Watch me play with them racks, this how I do sign language I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade Yeah, I been out the states, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat I hope this bitch don't think I'm a trick, I told her click her feet Got sandwich bags sittin' at the trap, I'm tryna make shit happen They toting guns like Pokemon, they tryna catch a nigga Stack, stack, they know I'ma have it, bow, bow, my bitch get ratchet If he don't pay up, I'ma slide on him with that hatchet Been serving three fives out my book bag all day like a hatchet Just keep my head down, stack that door, I pray that no one catch me Ay, ay, I told her no attachments Say she got love for me, but I gotta see how that shit happen Road runnin', chasing pape, I don't know what's gon' happen Know my dawg, he in that cage, tryna see what's finna happen Yeah, yeah, like lil' bitch say what happened Stay down, told him pray, we gon' see what happen We ain't hit the ceiling, dawg, we been tryna hit the sky, dawg Watch me play with the racks, this how I do sign language I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade Yeah, I been out the States, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat I hope that bitch, don't think I'ma trick, I told her, click her feet