Det Sears Lyrics

The same thing that killed that nigga got my ass rich

My brother called me said, stop posting all them counterfeits

He don't know I ran off on the plug with these counterfeits

I really come from none, I was robbing I was hitting licks

I was fucking with him but I realized he a slimy dude

Butt naked bitches in the trap trying to send nudes

Big bro say you a dog so he give me food

Cash out bitch it's getting cold I'm finna get some drip

Racks on standby nigga I'm Mr. Stand-On biz

Bitch with her hand out and she tryna give me lip

Freeform dreadlocks nigga with the big boy frizz

Wife beater tank top but I do not beat my bitch

Game dirty just like Hancock game cold like the fridge

Why the fuck you always talking about some shit you know you never did

What you know bout being down bad as a fuck nigga now I'm lit

And I'm grinding baby this shit like the Jordan story

You should know I'm dead serious if you really know me

I'ma make it if I fade away I feel like Kobe

I play with keys like a piano not a damn jabroni

Wrap your body up just like baloney

And I could talk to God so I'm never lonely

If you owe me nigga act like you know me

She's a bugging ass lil bitch she's a roly-poly

High as fuck i'm loaded with the C's tryna get some money

Float like butterflies sting like bees beat shit just like Ali

Just like a boat in the sea bitch I get shit rocking

Just like the crabs that you eating bitch Ill crack your noggin

They say I snap like a crab but I think I'm a lobster

I'ma let my soul bleed baby I got a treacherous soul

If you ain't finna get the whole thing get a half a bowl

Baby I'm more like GI I'm not a average Joe

We gone see who get the last laugh get the last joke

You can tell a nigga dead serious by the way he spoke

I'ma just let my soul bleed mister get him gone