Glade

Ain't hit the ceiling dog, we don't we been trynna hit the sky though

Watch me play with them racks, this how I do sign language

I smoke a pound a day, but my teeth still be fresh as glade

Yeah, I been out the states, if I go to UK, I'ma need a blade

Look how the roles change, now this bitch wanna trick on me

I'm used to frenemies, people show love, then change on me

Weigh it, then bag it, repeat, that's how we eat

I hope this bitch don't think I'm a trick, I told her click her feet

Got sandwich bags sittin' at the trap, I'm tryna make shit happen

They toting guns like Pokemon, they tryna catch a nigga