03/11/25

lyrics: 
had to waste time on the bassline,
i was tryna listen through the grapevine
i had seen your pockets but they aint mine
f*ck a beat b*tch i got some raycons
I got her stock grip but she dont even play cod
we playin bop it cause that b*tch a *adlib*

verse: I smokin that sh*t boutta faint
I was tryna flip packs trying to get out the way
I was movin them racks getting geeked by the way
five shots to his leg he had got him a brace
man im just praying i got me some faith
listen to lord this sh*t not a race
how you get bored? go out everyday
just to get a couple bullets right up to yo face 
yeah im just tryna get paid
but they be n*ggas who try to come and steal yo place
countin the racks on the daily
i think that b*tch need a plan b
if not go with plan c
I think you might need a plan d
n*ggas talkin dead crazy,
get up off yo a** you lazy
pickin up the blunt i made me
that b*tch tryna f*** she paid me

grapevine prod ssjlamar + tjriverss

5yrin