Snakes / Grass

I got a thirty clip
They all be hating
My life is amazing
So y’all talking shit
While I’m working bitch
You know I’m faded
Might decapitate you
My blade is serrated
Might hurt ya bitch
Pull up in a muthafuckin Benz
Wit the rims on
Tint gone
You can see me rolling wit my timbs on
Rollie with the rose gold
No no
9 shake ya head like a snow globe
Oh no
This ain’t lil yatchy im on a lil boat
With a lil thottie she giving me throat
Said she she not crazy but liked to be choked
I ever seen a mutha call a Nigga broke
They probly be hating cus they just wanna be like Joey
I gotta 30 clip all in my 40
Go to SD bet them boys really know me
New York and San Diego bet we be rolling
YSL my motherfuckin' PJs
Pop another Xanax I just hop that I can replay
My whole
Image in my mind before my regret
I go straight over the border then you know we bouta fuckin
Turn up, hitting up my plug
More drugs, plus more luck
We just red up, so what?
Hit her with the pump
Now she looking slumped
So we bouta come up with the gun and then we bust
Got it for the low
Bottom of the rubber
I could spot him with a 4 mill screamin' make bodies go stopm him
Crop him
Sleeping with the fuckin' over
Whippin' up a demond out the clip and go rush him
Flush him, dirty I sip
Act, AH, VIS, we be goin' on trips
Acid dip, real sick, hit a lick
Bloods and Crips, flippin' up another lip
9 on hip
Joey I’m breathing right now but it’s seeming that I am just dreaming
Reality knows I’m a feind and a heathen but fuck it still scheming
I’m running from police
You know that I’m Kobe
Just holding an empty clip filled with the snow from my Rollie
My ice is just holy but woah I keep rolling
I’m rolling I’m rolling
I’m keeping that shit
That smell loud even if you is really not close
I just hope when i wake up that I won’t see ghost
But my drive way got 5 so there won’t be no hope
She got 9 in her throat I just hope she don’t choke
Yall can’t stop me I won’t till I go overdose
I just wanna sip lean and rock some polo tho