La Salle Lyrics

I was late to class, weighed an eighth in the bag

Late for therapy, but my hand is gripping cash

Delivery with traffic, ooh the way I'm whipping brash

Treat my drugs like a frat house, who you know here?

Keep a poker on me so I'm stone face to the fear

You crying bout being broke, I stood up to wipe my tears

I be leaving no trace with my transactions

Ditch the digital love getting cash when I'm trappin

Building up them custos bitch I'm steady getting traction

Private story pharmacy I be–don't incriminate yourself

Shawty ghosted me now she's on my line for the pack

Did me dirty so imma wait before I hit her back

Something light barely put a dent in my boof pack

Kinda miss her but I'd be a fool tryna bring her back

I be getting money 4 ways like an intersection

Driving to that drop off, music for that introspection

Getting clean money at work you can check the schedule

STKHM, SWEATSHOP, ooh I'm feeling extra special

I be wanting love, satisfaction I just cannot get

But I am a hustler I use that to my benefit

Tryna find my puzzle piece but that been to no avail

So I'll chase that fiat because 5 hunnids is very real

Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real

But it ain't the truth, I'm just hoping that it gets revealed

Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real

But a bitch ain't flexing I'm just tryna pay my fucking bills

Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real

But a bitch ain't flexing I'm just tryna pay my fucking bills

Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real

But it ain't the truth, I'm just hoping that it gets revealed

Shawty ghosted me now she's on my line for the pack

Did me dirty so imma wait before I hit her back

Something light barely put a dent in my boof pack

I'd be a fool tryna

I'd be a fool tryna

Girl you should know that your love is always on my mind

And I can't deny it

I miss you I miss you

Girl you should know that your love is always on my mind

And I can't deny it

I miss you I miss you

I was late to class, weighed an eighth in the bag

Late for therapy, but my hand is gripping cash

Delivery with traffic, ooh the way I'm whipping brash

Treat my drugs like a frat house, who you know here?

Keep a poker on me so I'm stone face to the fear

You crying bout being broke, I stood up to wipe my tears

I be leaving no trace with my transactions

Ditch the digital getting cash when I'm trappin

Building up them custos I'm steady getting traction

Private story pharmacy I be snapchatting

Shawty ghosted me now she's on my line for the pack

Did me dirty so imma wait before I hit her back

Something light barely put a dent in my boof pack

Kinda miss her but I'd be a fool tryna bring you back

Shawty ghosted me now she's on my line for the pack

And imma wait before I hit her back

It barely put a dent in my boof pack

I miss you I'd be a fool tryna bring you back

You always hit my line for weed

I'll be right there, I also got molly

I used to be holding you, now I'm supplying yo party

I'm bagging up all this dope for you, you got me so excited

Now it's just me and you

Supplying your party, am I invited?

No