Find a Way

Bitch I been had finna was flexxin
Green in my hand salad dressing
Why are you bragging boy
You’re not impressive
And I am still wrapping in paper
Like presents, Man my liver
Not looking very clean
I think I need to chill with the fucking lean
On my momma boy my wrist is
Hella cute on my momma boy
Your wrist from Dollar Tree
You say you got that grade A
Bitch you get your shit from the alley way
I know you don’t know the way
We can roll up on another day
My verse finna end though
Punch your bitch through a window
Ain’t got lean boy I find a way
Ain’t got green boy I find a way
Dip in your bitch then I fly away
Scope out your crib almost every day
Boy I find a way (x4)
No lean no green all day
Fuck I gotta do for a J?
Pharmacy might get robbed
And I ain’t talking night time
Bitch we out broad day
Hold up let me load my AK
I’m sorry if your shotgun pay
Well goddamn with a nigga in a drought
We get mad little bitch what the fuck you gonna say?
I’m fiending (x3)
My insides are bleeding might need a hotbox procedure
My weed looks like beanstalks
My nigga ain’t bluffing go ask the sativa
Regardless, I got all my lean I got all my green
There’s not much to say
You bluffing my nigga i’ve been trying to tell you
I found a way
I’m going to find my way (x3)