JULI3 ft. HB Mackk Lyrics

Smoking on exotic got my head on Superman I be high as the fuck

You bitch called and she just blew my shit I ain't high-ed up enough

You big faking only tough with them you ain't violent with us

And I know niggas who be throwing bricks got me calling them Russ

My bitch can't be basic nigga

That's why I'm all alone

Don't ask what I'm drinking nigga

What's in your styrofoam?

A heart to heart I asked my brother Kev is he gone ride along

My spiritual bitch just gave her to the streets for trying to call Tyrone

My reflection in the mirror is a Goat shit ain't my cover though

He snitch he know he ain't from Mobile but he gotta Rylo

We paper chase sun up till sun down and that's NoCap for sure

Promise everybody gone be straight when I ain't here no more

See a nigga walk up yeah I heard he talking heavy shit

No I aint A-A-A

Start stuttering speech impediments

And I think niggas bitch to much that shit be feminine

He spent his re-up boy you a rookie you not no veteran

No slow strokes I came to terminator Arnold Schwarzenegger

I speak English ain't no wé wé shit just cause she foreign nigga

They all basic might go to London to find my Lauren nigga

I fell asleep just trying get to know her just cause she boring nigga

Look who she leave with Mack or you

You know she always choosing me

I just sold Madonna to a white bitch name Julie

She a Foreign I ain't Fivio just trying make a movie

And Brodie from the Stead but he ain't rocking with the smoochies

And I'm a player two can play that game no Vivica Fox

I ain't living right I pray I never see me a box

And I can't trust a nigga that I know who gone fuck the cops

And niggas think shit sweet I guess it's time to turn up a notch

Look tinted out the whip niggas thinking I pimped my ride

I'm a playboy Carti's on my eyes when I get to high

Niggas ain't spinning curled up in the bed and yet still they lie

I don't like snitches told lil shorty nah we can not six nine

Bro just got the Yachty with him no Lil Boat

Your main bitch don't know the Heimlich nigga she love to choke

We making plays three man weave we go coast to coast

And coke one's dripped out with it think I'm selling dope

Now they on my dick circumcision we cut off

A dirty bitch IKEA light switch she just turned me off

That pack come in my phone Babe Ruth it get all the hits

He fell in love shawty let me bone then my dawg switched

L.O.L I bleed real

That solid brick real

Broken down too paralyzed to care how they feel

Like Tyreek making plays till my green look like a big hill

Guess niggas lagging out they at home broke standing still