Understand Me

Yea yea I ain't doing this for no Grammy All I need is my xanny yea Sprite mixed wit the candy Could never understand me yea Yea turn me up some Yea watch this Aight let's go I ain't doing this for no Grammy All I need is my xanny yea Sprite mixed wit the candy Could never understand me yea Thumbin thru racks I got money Now Niggas can't wait to gun me Down PB n J to seasoned filet Nigga stop hatin im eating now Pull up in that Brand new coupe Shooters aim for that brand new Suit Flip grams I gotta make it or Starve Movin slow like Im stuck in Some glue Long live Mike thats my dawg Fasho Switch up not my dawg nomo Spark shit give my dawg the Torch Kicked out had to jump off the Porch Freak hoes All over my body Need smoke I need a new hobby My Keys Not doors they for zombies Can't sleep Too much pain is inside me Cant think Mind blanking off molly Lord knows Imma quit man i promise Good dope Turned me to a monster Eyes red Like Larry the lobster Cash talk Im stackin my Guap up Sit back and watch the gon Switch up I promise Show true colors like leaves in The autumn Movin weightI don't need a Spotter Cash like Bank of America Shoutout to god he been takin Good care of us Don't gimme no dap nigga you Wasn't there for us All bark no bite nigga you wasn't Scaring us Nah Niggas be snakes stay switching Up Sip syrup I need me a pick me up Problem child had lean in my Dixie cup Aint Foldin I Ain't ever givin up Big blunts I Can never get enough They prayin I can't let em trip me up My heart Lil shawty just rip me up My phone Don't you ever hit me up I ain't doing this for no Grammy All I need is my xanny yea Sprite mixed wit the candy Could never understand me yea Thumbin thru racks I got money Now Niggas can't wait to gun me Down PB n J to seasoned filet Nigga stop hate im eating now Takeoff I fly on beats Too raw I'll drop every week New phone My line on green New trap Come get you a key I'm just Gon be the best I can be Stacking up cash For the family Don't play around End up dead in street Make me proud Baby don't leave Yea Living my life on go I'm ona road Yea I'm countin dough In the DC they call me Moe Imma funny nigga But I ain't no joke Yea I need help my heart so cold Blue in my bread I ain't talk bout mold Young nigga broke had to get to dem bands Niggas be fake don't know who I am Pops got locked yea thrown in the can Ma worked hard takin care of the fam Need that dough gotta jump in the jam Had to play it cool yea stay like a fan City fulla hate i don't know where to go Hi-tech sprite make me move slow Ten toes down I aint never fold Pain I felt turned me to a ghost I ain't doing this for no Grammy All I need is my xanny yea Sprite mixed wit the candy Could never understand me yea Thumbin thru racks I got money now Niggas can't wait to gun me down PB n J to seasoned filet Nigga stop hate im eating now