FOCUS Lyrics

Tryna fuckin' mack but I don't even got no rizz

Heard he got wacked, he ain't even gettin' ressed

Bi- bitch I slap gold, you ain't never slap shit

Talkin' to a label, said they wanna give me bricks

Talkin' to the label, said they wanna give me benjis

Signed a dotted line, that shit's only for a single

Put my fuckin' foot up in the industry, I'm mingling

Ball swingin' in front of her face, got them jingling

Switching to the Milwaukee flow, you know you like it

Pull over the whip, tell her, shorty, get to bikin

Took the fuckin' bike, tell her, shorty, get to hikin

G- gay on the low, I ain't know that she was dykin

Thief on the low, bitch, you know that I be swipin

This that real, heat can know it's hot, it's always pipin

Twitter finger, bitch's always on the phone typin

If you know where I fuckin' stay, then slide then

Really been switchin' flows every fuckin' time

Swea-, swear that it's a feature, but I know this voice is mine

Said he tryna move a p, ain't even touch a lil' q

I ain't had no leaf, I rolled it in some honeydew

Tweaking for that clout, you see what that money do

Nah, that ain't even money, they want fame and the juice

With a four-finger slap, I bet I'll swing, hit a tooth

Real anaconda dick, I bet his bitch will strangle you

Tie him buy his feet, then the gang gon' hang his ass

Sentence you to shootin' squad, up the blicky on yo' ass

Sentence you to shootin' squad, only shootin' at the knees

N-, nigga can't walk, now he nashin' at the teeth

Smokin' gas, feel like astronaut up in the ocean

My name aint even jerkins, but she rub me like some lotion

Said my music trash, I'm like, lil' nigga, are you smokin'

I'm attachin' two damn rellas, then I'm smokin' like a Stogie

Ridin' in the range, bitch, it's hard for me to focus

Really need to change, I can't keep doin' these opiates

Riding switchin' lanes, bitch, I poke it, then I toke it