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SENSES Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
On too many drugs I can't come to my senses
I got scopes with the beam I got infared sensors
Im still talking my shit give a fuck bout no censor
Why they mention my name every motherfucking sentence
Shit don't make no sense
(Like, yeah) huh shit don't make no (huh)
(Like, okay) shit don't make no sense like
(Yeah) shit don't make no ...
She gimmie that brain, baby girl must be a genius
And I ball in the cut, posted up in this bitch like I'm Gilbert Arenas
Got my blockers on can't see these haters
Need a bag I can't sign no major
Said I'm trash like my nigga what happened
She wan link I got caught up in traffic
I Can not do these lil shows anymore, if they hit up my line better know that I'm taxing
I scoop your girl took her right to her crib had to hit that shit once and I hopped taxi
They can't do me like I'm Yung al Capone had to soark up a blunt for I fill out my taxes
I was alone I was all by myself had my homies in France I was stuck trenches
When your bitch see me scream hallelujah
KGL had to duck off at shooters
Deep in the plot you could not understand nigga I'm the cut like J Edgar hoover
Rap niggas washed, I do not the talk nigga I had to jump in the booth and just prove it
I'm not about all that internet talk, nigga catch me outside you come here and prove it
Multiple downers is all in my drink
Geeking too hard bitch feel like droid
She she at the spot tranna ask me for drinks
Can't give her shit cause she look unemployed
Play my shit it might fry your computers
Pop a xan It gon hit my madula
She look mad cause her nigga a looser
Speak my name I'm like fuck is you doing
And these outlets won't give me props for this shit like fuck em I don't anyway
BB dubs with the packs that smoke to myself when it comes to the za the heavy weight
Ain't no mid in my blunt I cant deal with that shit nigga I'm on the couch getting hella baked
Way too lit when I step in the booth ain't no chill when hop these beats bitch i levitate
Euros, benjamin Franklins
GTA bitch I feel like im Franklin
Had to play all my shit ain't choice this bitch
Nigga I'm this hoe like vaccine
I'm KGL daily, 98 baby
I can not chill with no nigga that's shady
Get in my way you get hit with the hezzy
Bitch you ain't know I'm the best In my city
I ain't tranna smoke on light I put 2 grams inside my blunt
I'm the best inside my city nigga what's misunderstood
Tranna charge me for a verse I bet these bitchass nigga can't
All these bitches in my DMs I just treat it like it's spam
On too many drugs I can't come to my senses
I got scopes with the beam I got infared sensors
Im still talking my shit give a fuck bout no censor
Why they mention my name every motherfucking sentence
Shit don't make no sense
(Like, yeah) huh shit don't make no (huh)
(Like, okay) shit don't make no sense like
(Yeah) shit don't make no ...