[Intro]
(It's surreal gang lil-)
[Chorus]
Yeah these ni**as they so fu*ked up, they don't know what to do
I'm sippin' Travis in this b*tch, I'm the highest in the room
Yeah, these ni**as just really fu*ked up
Yeah, I ain't got no feelings, I don't show no tough love
Yeah, ni**a better get his bag, better get his paper up
Yeah, ni**a please don't play, we'll send you up
Yeah, drop that bag, this money ain't sh*t, I don't give a fu*k
Yeah, how many times you gon' say lies to me?
Yeah, I'm loaded up, I swear I'm as high as I can be
Yeah, I just closed my eyes, I swear that I'm not sleepin'
I been floatin' for so long that I swear that I got weak
Gettin' money don't mean sh*t, it don't mean nun' to me
Yeah, I just poured another fu*kin' cup up
Yeah, I got too much motion, I can't get stuck
They tryna' switch teams like they wanna' come with us
[Verse]
Yeah, the circle got small, no I haven't
Ain't worried bout' this sh*t cause' this money ain't subtractin'
I just came to make that bag, yeah, I just want my backend
[?] sorry, no I haven't
In the car, beep when it get too close when I back in
[?] ain't ready for that action
Yeah, I'ma lose my mind, I'ma go insane, know how I get
Trappin' for the low, don't make no sense, you on some hot sh*t
And my cup watered down like this lame ass b*tch
K with an extension cord, yeah it came with a switch
Can't fu*k with these ni**as cause' I know they on some [?] sh*t
Don't associate me with these ni**as, I know they on some lame sh*t
Runnin', catchin' plays, yeah I be on some paper sh*t
[?] cause' them ni**as wasn't made for this
[Outro]
But that b*tch still got a twin turbo
[?]
On god you make me paranoid sometimes