Booze Shit Lyrics

They don't ribbit but they leaping to conclusions

Fuck them let them judge me I ain't sitting front of Judith

Demon with a stick in his belt its protruding

Cross me like we balling you won't live to see the hoop mix

Bitch give me knowledge, give me brain, I'm a student

I'm graduating daily give me flowers I need two lips

You know brodie ruthless, he might spray you like some new kicks

And I got a Fanta with a Percocet, let's go stupid

If I'm in your mouth you 'bout to see us with a toothpick

And I count the extra ten percent like I'm Lucas

Brodie' got a forty in his jacket not that booze shit

I'm dissing Cinderella, might be you who the shoe fits

Money stacked low I'm sick like a guapabetic'

You can hit a four five dance like you choppalectic

Demon wit' a blick' he tell me its like squeezing on a lemon

And you know my brodie he was blazing right in front the reverend

Cover on the bliccy' it's my pants like a contraceptive

And he sent a text I didn't respond but he still got the message

I might fuck around because I'm still young, it ain't all semantics

When I don't got woods inside the cut, feel apocalyptic

DM on some hate shit, but I'm not receptive

If I think you is a fan then it's all amended

Why you on that lame shit? Bitch I'm not offended

If I still be like your mans than I'm not progressing

3 AM I'm boof talking, like Herbo I'm just having sessions

Talkin' in my head God teaching me and I take all the lessons

Put my mind stuck on the money like a fucking odd obsession

Put that pressure on my head-top and I'm pushing shit back like recession

And I put my money on this Lucids shit its all connected

And I promise Meksy its going to be good so I'm going hectic

Brodie feel like Capo because you know that he be soulja stepping

132 and Lucids its a family just without the crescent

They don't ribbit but they leaping to conclusions

Fuck them let them judge me I ain't sitting front of Judith

Demon with a stick in his belt its protruding

Cross me like we balling you won't live to see the hoop mix

Bitch give me knowledge, give me brain, I'm a student

I'm graduating daily give me flowers I need two lips

You know brodie ruthless, he might spray you like some new kicks

And I got a Fanta with a Percocet, let's go stupid

If I'm in your mouth you 'bout to see us with a toothpick

And I count the extra ten percent like I'm Lucas

Brodie' got a forty in his jacket not that booze shit

I'm dissing Cinderella, might be you who the shoe fits