Whole lotta gang stuff shit ull wanna see ull wanna b me I’m crazy ptsd wake up n the morning wit a hard one for this bag take a drag of my wood then hit the gas blunt smell like pass gas ya bitch text me she’s wet cum hit this ass told her after a while I’m busy hanging in the trap where the junkies n the feens b n u know they bring plenty money life’s good won’t let u take it from me since a kid I ain’t have nothing monkey suit on ready to get musty I’m rusty ain’t been rapping in a min give me a second I finna hit it do my dance on these hoes nigga all I know is toten poles rocking clothes ducking hoes kool kid on his own till I’m Rich I’m keep tunnel vision I got this chicken finna take it to another state working on the weekends like drake try take something I already got ur shirt made every body gangster till they court date man these niggas fake fuk a vacation I can’t take a break