Keep Busy Lyrics

Get money, smoke dope, I'm tryna

Alright, fuck

Get money, smoke dope, I'm tryna keep busy

Drunk bitch you'd think she's off the port, but it's just Pink Whitney

High as fuck, a sticky situation, tryna think quickly

Off a shroom chocolate, Polka Dot, it's time to get trippy

Bro trippin', sayin' he might fuck round and test itchin'

Get with me, started off with nothin', then the rest hit me

If the best rapper was a place, I'd be the best city

I don't feel nothin', that's your decision, you don't get pity

And if I balled in Detroit, I'd be the best piston

High as fuck, it's time to shoot a movie on the set trippin

Homebody, you's a no life, I'm on the edge with it

One foot gon' hold my whole balance, I'm on the edge different

Throw the headphones in the dirt and let the dead listen

Tap in or you gon' tap out, its in your best interest

Fried head, the shit I smoke on gon' leave you bed ridden

Back door gon' open new doors you see the bread missin

Get money, go home, keep busy, no questions

Smoke dope, pearlescent, no phones and no answers

Don't never trust a groupie bitch, she ain't got no manners

Stacked jeans, he wearin' groovy pants, he got the wack denim

Purple jeans, I'm finna cop a pair and keep the tag in em

No you can't retire if you told, cause you got rat in you

Talk and get paid, it's plain simple, I got cash rhythm

Cash hit, done seen him turn snake, he got the bag venom

Moon rock, gon' take a space trip, it got the dab center

Bro need a cop a job at Lids, cause he keep cap with em

Looney Tunes, I'm smokin' Cinderella, finna smack sister

Stank face, I beat the petty case, now I'm the bag winner

Snowed in, you off a crack rock from back in last winter

Smoked some and then the munchies came, it's time to grab dinner

Puttin' all the smoke up in the air, I'm like the last bender

Me and bro gon' always clique together like some tap dancers

Dumb bitch keep givin' lip talk, bro bout' to backhand her

Red key, but pull up black cat, look like the Black Panther

You the method, don't you understand, you got a bad handler

I was callin' on the stars and then the rap answered

Granny always gettin' on my head, cause I got bad grammar

Pants saggin', had to pull up to show the stack dancin

Left, right, I'm finna cheat code, now the cash been transferred

Get money, smoke dope, I'm tryna…

Alright, fuck

Get money, smoke dope, I'm tryna keep busy

Drunk bitch you'd think she's off the port, but it's just Pink Whitney

High as fuck, a sticky situation, tryna think quickly

Off a shroom chocolate, Polka Dot, it's time to get trippy

Bro trippin', sayin' he might fuck round and test itchin'

Get with me, started off with nothin', then the rest hit me

If the best rapper was a place, I'd be the best city

I don't feel nothin', that's your decision, you don't get pity

Fuck, yeah

Get money, smoke dope, I'm tryna keep busy

Drunk bitch you'd think she's off the port, but it's just Pink Whitney

Ha

Yeah, c'mon