Drowning

Like mike jackson when i dance on the beat
I been living life taxing
Got 3 racks on the heat
And they really cant pass em
They keep asking to eat
I been rolling in the g
And she passenger seat
We be neat i be nice
I dont need the right advice
All my bitches is winning
I got em grinning biting ice
Still dripping that linen
I got em spinning by the price
I be spitting venom
I had hit them brighter lights
Im precise i be bold
Thn I’m riding with gold
And i know before i evn try to write it its cold
Rappers looking kinda quiet
Like it bited they soul
Im just cooking by the riot
Trynna fly to this goal
Mind is as full
Because i cant change
Hoes stay geeked up
We eye the same page
And its like that fifa
Bitches buy the same games
Pour that sprite in a liter
Cause if its light it aint rage
Still killing them beats cuz
I always stayed bold
And that feeling aint reached us
I wave the same pole
I dont fuck with adidas
I know you see this angle
Aint nobody could beat us
Because my fucking brain swole
I was tough as a fetus
Reeves as far as lanes go
Nickname me pete
Because that thing blow
Spit game she cheap and fuck that lame hoe
Getting brain for a retweet
The way the game go
Lambo been paid for
You mean this old whip
Hit that bitch with a draco
And let em see the full clip
Roll a zip of that fuego
Im late up making bullshit
Way i play thats okay though
Now you can say the role fit
Dont trip most lit oh shit hoes spit
Im running
Got these bitches on my dick
Its fit that i be sonning
I just got another grip
But it dont mean i done it
I be on some other shit
I promise you dont want it
I been gunning in my head
Straight gifted i suppose
They gone love it when im dead
Weight lifted at the shows
Now they bumping what i said may shift it at the most i been flooded in the red
stay drifting in the
We cant talk around it
Getting rich and i been counting
And myhead been getting way too big
I been trynna crib it and then a fountain
All the bitches and surrounded
All the bitches that im down wit
Pour it in the cup give a fuck
Whats up til im motherfucking
Drowning
Yeah they want my shit
They want my swag
And im all about to dip
So i be calling the cab
Bitches that they think gotta gripll
Trip and flock to the bag
And on my seam
Its not a clip
That you could pop with a tag
Off of the tab
Trynna get mo hundeds
From the place with the bad bitches, cactuses, roadrunners
Not a fad this a lab
Mad bitches that dont want us
Take a dab in the pad
Have visions we both done this
I been back
Sipping yack
Then my wrist too froze
Snap a pic with a plaque
Or making hits who knows
Cap equipped with a stack
And im smashing 6 new hoes
I just stick to the fact that im mac
And bitch threw bows
Or im twisting a pack or the bag
And smoking on the second
Got the grip with the mag or im lacking
Go and disrespect him
Youll get hit a jab
And then ask what happened like its tekken
Ill be back with a hatchet
Or ill just catch an interception
I just have to react to these bastards
Bashing on my legend
Chilling on some real shit
Stacking with brethren
I been feeling like im will smith
Rapping then im stephen
When motherfucking deals hit ill be up in heaven
So im sending this to wesley
Sending sending this to bro
And i dont know next week
I could be needing moe
So pull up the best seat
Cause we could even blow
Or making a fresh beat
Or sleeping on the road
Oh woah you saw me
Boy im fresh to death in murakami
All these bitches not legit
And i be living like a zombie
Got them bitches on my dick
Oh wait you get it
Shit you got me
Every single thoughts a critic
Am i fitted in this tommy
Brought 50
Got them bitches nodding
Boss with me
Ever since this autumn
I been fucking balling all dizzy
Who you kidding lil bitch
You aint shit and not busy
Every city non stop
Off top off glizzy
We cant talk around it
Getting rich and i been counting
And myhead been getting way too big
I been trynna crib it and then a fountain
All the bitches and surrounded
All the bitches that im down wit
Pour it in the cup give a fuck
Whats up til im motherfucking
Drowning