歌词
Counting up all that shit get to my head
Boy, all of these niggas is fake
If I had a choice, I'd rather be dead, yeah, yeah
She finna worry about me, because I am too high
But I'm counting up bread
Paranoid lil nigga with a lil stick on him, won't get caught by the feds
I'm probably finna jug till a nigga-
(Aishi)
You niggas not what I'm on
Nobody touching me in this shit
Niggas was biting since i was a jit
Who did this like me? Ay
Who flow this sound like? Ay
Nigga this shit mine now
Ha, don't care if you like
Uh, stop tryna be me, don't work when you try
In the cut with my young niggas, smoke yo pack trough pipes
I just want gas, I just want cash, I just want oxycodone too
You wanna laugh, I'm finna pass all of your music, bolo' twin
You niggas not like that
I beat him up, he can't fight back (Uh-uh)
But if it was online, I swear to god he would type back
Jit
Fuck it, I might gеt some clothes with my bitch
I'm on my own, she lеave me alone
Bad bitch she finna roll me a blunt
She tryna FaceTime, I'm in the zone
Counting up all that shit get to my head
Boy, all of these niggas is fake
If I had a choice, I'd rather be dead, yeah, yeah
She finna worry about me, because I am too high
But I'm counting up bread
Paranoid lil nigga with a lil stick on him, won't get caught by the feds
I'm probably finna jug till a nigga, finished
Gas not good, for fitness
Drinking till a nigga finish
Gas not good, for fitness
Yeah, yeah, huh
Gas not good, for who?
Fuck all these niggas that bite me