Thru The Roof (feat. Loon)

(Shit is through the roof) (Big ol’ 40 squeeze it like it’s juice) Shit is through the roof Big ol’ 40 squeeze it like it’s juice They ain’t scared of nothing but the truth I can’t get caught lacking no excuse I been on the max and they on mute Tell me who the f*ck is you? A lot of shit I’m going through I can’t see the paper less it’s blue I got shit to do in my way you better move Tell ya bitch to quit stalking my page I wake up and head straight to the bank Getting money don’t care what you think I was tricking she called it a date I’m stuck in my thoughts like a maze Money coming I gotta get paid Love my bitch I’m obsessed with her shape I get home and we making a tape Yeah she looking tan Let her pose for the gram Let her know who I am I ain’t a regular man nah I head to the mall and she cop it I don’t care ‘bout the price imma drop it Blew a 7 on my neck tell em watch it N***** goofy I know they be plotting Ain’t got nothing to lose What you want me to do? Like my bitches in 2s I hate when I gotta choose yeah All my money is blue Tell a bitch get a clue Threw some red on her shoes And I ain’t talking Loubs nah Shit is through the roof Big ol’ 40 squeeze it like it’s juice They ain’t scared of nothing but the truth I can’t get caught lacking no excuse I been on the max and they on mute Tell me who the f*ck is you? A lot of shit I’m going through I can’t see the paper less it’s blue I got shit to do in my way you better move Riding solo I need me some space Keep the glock on the seat just in case This attention done altered my pace Pray to god I don’t catch me a case Mama praying that imma be safe Told her god on my side though I’m straight I be drinking to cover the pain Got some demons they want me to rage N***** still tryna stunt like they’re paid But really make minimum wage They tough on the internet no I’m not into that imma pull up to his place If he really about what he say He wouldn’t be hiding his face I’m too real many couldn’t relate N***** surfing they riding my wave Told my ex to stop hitting my line Yeah I miss her but now ain’t the time If a n**** keep talking it’s fine Put some shells in a f*ck n**** spine Man it feel like I’m losing my mind Tryna live but it’s hard to survive Need a M before I hit 25 I don’t get it then I’d rather die Shit is through the roof Big ol’ 40 squeeze it like it’s juice They ain’t scared of nothing but the truth I can’t get caught lacking no excuse I been on the max and they on mute Tell me who the f*ck is you? A lot of shit I’m going through I can’t see the paper less it’s blue I got shit to do in my way you better move