Log Lyrics

It's been a minute since I been in this motherfucker

The biggest

Young nigga I'm just trying to get my cash right

Geekin' hard I been on that something like every night

She know that I'm the man, right

Bae come pull up she gon' catch a damn flight

Bitch I'm the biggest you should know just who I am, right

On the road I'm in Houston if twelve get behind me I'm stuffing the grams inside of my pants

Roll up a log of that thrax, Backwood look like the size of my hand

Push up, know that fucking with me Ralph Lauren her hand inside of my pants

Lately a nigga been tripping I'm picking my feelings up out of the sand

Lil Tanna stay geekin', she wanna geek with me, they talking I peep it, like fuck it just leave it

Tell her I love her and I mean it, but I'm outer space baby I'm battling demons

Inside of my chest my heart sitting on froze baby I'm feeling anemic

I'm tweaking right now but I tell her pull up then I put rain in the season

Box and 1 I can't be contained

Break off the leash, I cannot be tamed

Take off the leash and watch what I do, bad ref, imma come fuck up the game

Rockstar shit, on top of my frames

Take you a hit, go up in a daze

You thought I was smoking for fun lil nigga I swear this shit be keeping me sane

Grind till I can't no more I'm trying to count up in the back of a Wraith

I'm taking it all I live like a villain my nigga ain't nobody safe

No gas in the building can't go over there

Baby come here put that ass in the air

No I can't go over there

My nigga it ain't no bread over there

Young nigga I'm just trying to get my cash right

Geekin' hard I been on that something like every night

She know that I'm the man, right

Bae come pull up she gon' catch a damn flight

Bitch I'm the biggest you should know just who I am, right

On the road I'm in Houston if twelve get behind me I'm stuffing the grams inside of my pants

Roll up a log of that thrax, Backwood look like the size of my hand

Push up, know that fucking with me Ralph Lauren her hand inside of my pants

Lately a nigga been tripping I'm picking my feelings up out of the sand

On the road I'm in Houston if twelve get behind me I'm stuffing the grams inside of my pants

Roll up a log of that thrax, Backwood look like the size of my hand

Push up, know that fucking with me Ralph Lauren her hand inside of my pants

Lately a nigga been tripping I'm picking my feelings up out of the sand