MJR Interlude Lyrics

Yeah, bitch, I'm layin' down on bean bags finna Rap for yall

Off white carpet hoe and we smokin', please Don't ash on it

Boy we pushin' Martin, man, we riding' Ashton

Bitch, so ugly, you can't smoke with us, we Finna ash on her

Masked up in my scarf, lil' cousin askin' why I Wear a turban

Smokin' pasto out the window, bullets make you limbo

Up that bitch, we sendin' red dots to your face Just like a pimple

Boy we send shot to your cheek and fuck Around and give you dimples

Let me switch it up, then last bar, what's to Motherfuckin' simple

My bitch mad that I be lyin', baby, I'm just tellin' Stories

Matter fact, you're not my bitch, just play your Role like Robert Horry

Do whatever for the team, it don't matter fuck Who scoring

Livin' life up on the road, boy, this shit is never Boring

Livin' life up on the road, I can't sleep, I'm never Snorin

Never catch Zs, I be alone, that's the only time I find my peace

I'm stressin', stressin', stressin', need a wocky, Man, just find it please

I'm sellin' weed to white boys, hitting heads, I Need like thirty-six

Bad bitch from the trenches, bust it open, I just Bought a wig

I said she from the trenches, fucked in the car, Can't come to crib

She can't see the crib, might dropped the low And I might have to block it

Tryna turn me on, let's talk about money, that's My favorite topic

Speeding down the E-way wrapped the whole Whip blue, I call it Sonic

Ran into my old bitch with my new bitch, man, Ain't this ironic

Me and MJR be on some crazy shit, we so Iconic

Took a withdraw out the bitch and doubled up, The new deposit

I feel like a goat, these bitches, out got to hoot, I'm howlin

I feel like I'm Yeezy, put that shit on, I ain't drop Out college,

Nigga I ain't go on chasin' beans smoke opps Out ruissan creams

Took her on a trip, said, what you mean, I damn Near broke her dreams

I'm top dog, I flip a switch and switch the bitch And flip my wrist

I don't want relations, just some pussy, too Much hiss and bitch

Pull up in some fast shit, hit the turbo, feel like Hobb n Shaw

Tryna race with me, I roll my window down, Na Na na na

I'm eatin' lunch at Baltimore, filet Cook like Her time of month

Really run the North, try break the curse, I'm on that timing crunch

All my niggas gettin' money from selling P, to tryna punch

I'm sippin' red at basquait drinkin' deuces for the lunch

And early bird they, get the worm, I made it 10, Now I'm eatin' brunch

These niggas scary, only time I ran, I was playin' Crazy unch Or returning punts, if I front a bowl Don't fuck it up That's your only chance, you only get once

Boy we smoke exotic talking marry Mack fuck The runtz

Man, I'm pouring' up, I got a double cup hangin' From my ceiling

Like, what the fuck, I got a bad bitch at the Intersection with a friend

Shorty got a bubble, butt I'm finna double up

Dirty lean cup, put me in the ground with a Skeleton Bout to knuckle up, then done buried Folks with a half pound Had to grab that shit Before I came back up