drunk thoughts ft. jah deady Lyrics

So you not fucking with me it's whatever

I pop me this 30 nigga i forget her

I know that u know baby i could do better

these niggas all broke these niggas lacking cheddar

I ain't seeing no competition like you must be trippin if you thinking they compare to me

When i'm all in my feelings i sip til that bottle finish

I don't know why they hating on me

But i was chosen

Like i ain't fold on myself

I done fell on the floor and got back on my feet

I don't know why these niggas be talking on me

like i don't got my skeet when i walk wit my heat

But it's really whatever the day that i see him that's gon be the day that he gon rest in peace

Hold on

He get hit wit this beam

Talk all that dumb shit u get put to sleep

(new opp)

Tell me why these lil bitches all wanna be me

(why)

They keep stalking my page tryna find my ig

(like damn)

while i steady get money and smoke me this weed

Lets remain honest let's keep it a g

(let's keep it a band)

Counting this money it's all that i need

You bitches be wack can't even compete

You bitches be wack can't even compete

(could neva) (shit tragic)

You know that i do it better if she got a problem You know ima get her

(bitch don't run)

They know the name now i got a vendetta

(i'm back bitches)

If she moving wock she get knocked out her sweater

But I roll me another one just to get by

(lighter)

Like talk on my name I put you in the sky

(pass that)

Off of the xannys cant make up my mind

Unlimited shots if she talkin on mine

(gra gra boom)

Been getting this money not even gon lie

Like bitches be fake and they be switching sides

These niggas is corny just wasting my time

(deuces)

I don't say what I do

think I must be a mime

I been getting so deady lil bitch like i'm litty

I'm with my guaps going 50 for 50

(like what)

Im off the muddy i need a new kidney

I pop me some yerkys i feel a lil dizzy

Im big ebk but like who fucking wit me

(gra gra)

Its a new opp in the air when we spinnin

(like)

Im wit two guaps toting chops in the city

these niggas still broke and that shit is a pity

(like what?)

You think that i'm geeking bitch ? nah i'm just buggin

(damn)

Walk with my knock and i'm ready to dump it

(gra gra)

Im in the v bitch you know i'm just cutting

We finna drive by and drop off by the dozen

The clap of the drum make it sound like percussion (like what)

I just want the money no time for discussion

Aint got no feelings been sipping on tussin (damn)

You acting all tough we all know that you wasn't