Fucc Shit

Fucc Shit
Holiday Season, Boi
Sledgren, you stupid for this one
Berner brought that pack!
I always had hard beats to rap to
Always had strong, always had that sack too
I was just a young ni*** gettin' tattoos
Now they say I'm on, yeah they say I'm that dude
Grade A, I'm smoking honor roll
All my clothes smell like chronic smoke
Shades on 'cuz I'm fuckin' faded
Buyin' all the bottles, show the club we made it

Now you may think that you're so good that you smilin' at that f*** shit
But I know (x4)
I can see through all the bullshit
I'ma light a joint and make you do a full spin
I'ma fly first class with all my niggas I'm cool with
I'ma hit the club with 50 grand and lose it
Faded off gin, last call for alcohol
I brought it all out I'm gon' spend
My homies got all of ‘em in
And niggas be mad at us cuz they ain't ballin' they money ain't tall as us
But I never worry ‘bout niggas who talk that shit but they can't follow us
Now look how I rep that shit I was raised on
And them dollar signs what it's based on
And I roll around and I do me
Spent a long time in that hooptie
But I get it in, smoke a lot of trees, drink a lot of gin
Nigga like me got a couple friends and a couple bottles and a couple bands
But I'm all in
Came in the game, balling
My old school with it's ???
And I'm cashin only, y'all stolen
End of the night, yo' bitch I'm callin'
But f*** it ni***, wanna roll with me
Let her fire it up, let her smoke with me
She don't f*** with lames but she love a G
And she love the way I slang the D (Dang)
But I'm in the club and don't f*** with haters
Don't need them niggas tryna bother me
But I'm poppin' bottles for the time to be
Standin' on the couch, call it luxury
Little model chicks wanna f*** with me
Wanna smoke with me, wanna drink with me
Wanna come with me
But I'm in and out like I'm supposed to be, still smokin' trees
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