Eli Fross - Laced lyrics

[Intro] (It's Great John beats, baby) (Great John on the beat, by the way) [Verse 1] Wait, what? Can't move 'cause I'm too laced Touché, somebody gon' get hit while I'm off d'ussé No race, too saucy, can't catch up, can't reach my pace Can't wait, big dog, I'ma beat that cat if it's in my face No sober Have a bad b*tch get down low while a rich ni**a roll up Gang poled up And we don't need a party, gang is the party, you know us When we show up Gang lookin' like a bag in this b*tch, you can see that we glowed up We don't know nothin' Twelve all on my body, we ducking them boys like we owe somethin' [Chorus] Count bread like I'm working at the bank fu*k good, then that Louis comе your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing fu*k love, need some monеy in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate Unlike most dudes, they can't relate [Verse 2] Wait, what? Nah, fu*k that, I'm still laced Redbone b*tch look good, slim waist Kool-aid dick and she might taste Ayy, and I got the bands filling up my pants, looking like a bank Ride 'round town in the big body double R, shooters turned it to a tank 'Cause I got the power, and I'm unstoppable, ayy ni**as acting tough, acting out of pocket, swear I won't pop at you See, a ni**a dripped out, lit now, shawty like the way I rock my jewels Iced out young ni**a, grown b*tch wanna su*k my popsicle Ain't no other young ni**a like me be flexin' He want the work, then we stretch him Ride with two dogs on my side like the number eleven You will get added to heaven Talking real tough out your mouth, then we using subtraction Multiple shots coming at him I got a fetish for money, I'm good with the adding Know I be flippin' the package You know I [Chorus] Count bread like I'm working at the bank fu*k good, then that Louis come your way I'm too hood to be lackin', keep a thing fu*k love, need some money in my safe All these opps trying to catch up, but it's late Too tact, too tough, they can't evade I need bread, baby girl, don't need a bae Unlike most dudes, they can't relate (Falayho) Unlike most dudes, they can't relate