Tomorrow
Editing
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
Go, go, go
Yeah, ah, I've been in my
I've been in my
I've been in my motherfuckin' bag
He say he want smoke with me
I might get him smoked tomorrow
Speakin' on my dead homies on the 'Gram, he got to go tomorrow
I be on that money 'cause all that violence I might go too far
If I be honest, I ain't really respond 'cause I ain't even knowin' y'all
Pretty thing suckin' all on this D until she choke out
Extendo in this Glicky, can't even hide it, it's gon' poke out
Keepin' in mind my business
Havin' my hoes all at my ho house
Two hundred bands to go to the club and I ain't really tryna go out
Hundred racks on me, give her ten bands if she show out
Got to keep that strap on me never know how it's gon' turn out (Brrt)
Take her to a island, somewhere private, she ain't even heard 'bout
Playin' nonchalant but I know I'm that nigga they worry 'bout
Gettin' head all in the air
Bad bitch top tier, that ain't even fair
Trapper of the year, walk in the bank, check gon' clear
Pillow talk wit her
Y'all niggas be weird, I really be sharin'
Give some ones to her, might fuck her real good
I don't really be carin' 'bout none of these hoes
I don't wanna be playin'
This Rolls so new, it drive itself, I don't really be steerin' (Skrrt)
Virgil made this Louis on me his self like, "What it he wearin'?"
I'm gon' pop my shit and buy myself
And whenever I'm up I get in that van (Slide)
He say he want smoke with me
I think he should blow it off
My young boy trynna spin today
I don't think he should go at all
He still went today 'cause he so crazy
He think he know it all
Fell in love with slidin', so we turned him to a bowlin' ball
Yeah, yeah
Choppin' shit, you would think I with the school for culinary
Freeze his 'Gram
Make them use his last post as obituary
Ain't no one on one, we stomp you out
You know that we stick together
He know I can't trust him with this pole
We never blick together
Yeah, yeah
She just bought this Royal
Don't fuck with these hoes, she got her shit together
Bitch I'm in my bag, that's why they mad
We finna be rich forever
Meek my murder twin
All they hear was "Brr" when we get together
I'll spank a nigga wit this switch
This shit like disciplinary
You ain't see me coming? Bitch what's wrong?
Oh, yo vision blurry?
You ain't see that Hellcat in yo rearview?
Hear the engine roarin?
They tell me put my gun down
But I'm beefin, fuck imma listen for?
Oh I'm not a rapper, imma trapper
What you lookin for?
She want me to fuck her good
I ain't gonna give a fuck tomorrow
He say he got smoke with me
He might not wake up tomorrow
She wanna put that pussy on me
Fuck her good and never call her
2 23s in traffic now
They know I'm forever ballin