Pajamas & Crocs
Niggas ain't really swiping
They can only hit for Uber ride (cab?)
You tryna go somewhere
I need some gas money for you to ride (where yo money)
You 'bout to kill the ops
You need to get a gun if you wanna slide (I'll kill you)
I'm better than other rappers
And I don't even gotta rhyme (y'all ass)
Logged onto my website
I got a daily rhythm (fire)
Damn near 'bout to throw up off the weed
She barely hit it
You live your whole life broke you barely living (pussy)
My bullet went past his face I barely hit him (you lucky)
It ricocheted of the wall
And hit his thigh (yeah)
I'm online looking for new bins
Ain't sitting in no spot (where it's at)
I smoke too much weed everyday
So I'mma need a lot
That ain't no exotic
That you smoking boy you grew the crop (that's (?))
I'm 'bout to walk in Walmart in pajamas and Crocs (I'm on my way)
I had to wake up early it be a long line (damn)
Just logged into my telegram
It been a long time (I'm older)
Dumbass Jugg sent his money
To a random person online (buckets)
Caught one of my ops
On the freeway during roadblock (fitch?)
Slid my card at Walmart
Then I skated off like road runner (I'm outta hur)
Niggas can't get no pussy
So they always at booty house (damn)
Don't go in there
You ain't getting no booty in that house (dumbass)
Got into it with my family members
'Cause this nigga talking loose (bitch)
Gave this bitch my number
And she called me off a Motorola boost (yeah)
And I just made a homemade Molotov cocktail
I'm sipping hi-tech
I don't really want that cocktail (don't pimp that)
Dump Playboi Carti mix tape
And hack into his Gmail (nigga drop it)
'Cause all the fans want it nigga
Where's Whole Lotta Red (where it's at)
I just bought a pint
I'm 'bout to pour a whole lotta red (come on)
Look into my pocket
All you see is a whole lotta bread (I'm rich)
Niggas be too nice
You don't need a whole lotta friends (bitch)
Take some of my money
And invest into a whole lotta land (damn)
Nigga how you expect to get far
If you don't got a plan
My ops see me
And didn't have a gun so he had to run (he's scary)
I done lost so many people
How can I have fun (damn)
They shutdown my operation
But at least I had a good run (what the fuck)
Niggas was showing money in my face
Ain't let me get none (bitch)
I see they dropping new cars everyday
I'mma 'bout to get one (i'mma 'bout to get it)
All these bank plays
I can't keep up with my income (how)
I just waited til I came up
I ain't have to work (had to)
This exotic weed that I'm smoking
We can't match a blunt
This lil nigga must want to be me
What you matching for (whats wrong wit you)
I walked to my front door
Like where my package go (where its at)
This why I gotta look out
'Cause my shit got stole (I'm trippin')
I'm searching for the lil niggas
'Cause they still owe
Got into it with my mans
I gotta kill him 'cause he still know (fuck you)
It been two years
But my hair just don't grow (wow)
Why do I scam all these people?
Shit I don't know (I don't know)
I'm 'bout to run fast
'Cause I just heard the po po (oh shit, run)
I'm up in Saks Fifth
Spending my money on Coco Chanel (bitch)
What the fuck
Writer/s: Teejay Witherspoon