Used To It Lyrics

Heavy chains on fucking up my lumbar

I could sell trash to a junkyard

Made 100K for a feature gave em one bar

Had to runaway from the bitch

that pussy subpar

As of late whole hand fulla trump cards

Whole suitcase fulla gun parts

Gotta Scottish bitch she be modeling in Dunbar

Gotta rocket stick If I pop it they won't run far

Got my bitches wondering what all them weapons for

I said i'm ready for whatever I'm in pressure mode

Good enough to sell ice to an eskimo

I could sell spikes to a cactus up in Mexico (Apex)

Pulling dirty money out the envelope (Apex)

If they ain't heard my name

Ima let em know (Apex)

Smoke petro good Texaco

She ain't stop blowing up my phone since I let her go

I can see that thang move from the front side

Tools bang at yo tupet you don't wanna slide

Tuesday can be ya Doomsday you don't wanna die

Grind like the homie Lupe every time I rhyme

Sip till I get a toothache and i'm going blind

Too smooth none my roommate ever seen my eyes

Woman straight lied to my face like 100 times

I'm used to it (I'm used to it)

All them lies bitch i'm used to it

(I'm used to it)

Dollar signs man im used to it

(i'm used to it)

All this ice man im used to it

(I'm used to it)

I'm used to it (I'm used to it)

All them lies bitch i'm used to it

(I'm used to it)

Dollar signs man im used to it

(i'm used to it)

All this ice man im used to it

(I'm used to it)

Catching every rebound as of lately

She make everything I say sound crazy

I could sell KFC a pound gravy

I could sell bullets to the navy

They say all he talk about is the drugs

Give a fuck bouta 3 ho that ain't no mud

They say all he talk about is the drugs

Back before I had a car I used to walk to the plug

They all he talk about is the bitches my heart cold I ain't never

Been shown no love

They say all he talk about is the drugs

Back before I had a car I used to walk to the plug

Heavy chains on fucking up my lumbar

I could sell trash to a junkyard

Made 100K for a feature gave em one bar

Had to runaway from the bitch

That pussy subpar

Got my bitches wondering

what all them weapons for

I said I'm ready for whatever I'm in pressure mode

Good enough to sell ice to an eskimo

I could sell spikes to a cactus up in Mexico

I'm used to it (I'm used to it)

All them lies bitch i'm used to it

(I'm used to it)

Dollar signs man I'm used to it

(i'm used to it)

All this ice man I'm used to it

(I'm used to it)