prod me

when i get this bread
ima shuvit in your face
i be inside
yeah bitch thas where i stay
boy talkin down
ima put him in his place 
an my pack too strong
i feel like this shit laced

like bitch i’m way too high
i can’t see straight 
yeah i had to make her drive
tell her take a seat
yeah she said she loves to ride
cut a bitch off
yeah i tell the hoe bye bye
like she jus want the paper
seen it in her eyes

shit caught me by surprise 
boy i ain tell no lies
ima get it how i die
life’s a stain need some tide

look down 
yeah like i’m proud of the bitch 
like i’m not scared
i’ll be outside witcha bitch
ima grind hard
can’t stand the town that she in
ima shine hard
love in this cup take a sip
can’t be seen w these fiends
yeah bih thasa risk
one too many hits
now my stomach doin flips
turn the flash on
yeah now the bih want the flick
swervin in the jeep
too high got me sick

stain

lost8