Big ol 30

Woke up on the Molly I be catching bodies Slinging dope and no I'm never stopping Got a bad ass bitch and she call me papi I was born to win it wasn't just a hobby Looking up to God and all the stars falling Hit a stain and now we started mopping Cuz it's messy as fuck shawty bar popping Please don't hit me up when I'm car shopping They gon ring me up with the hard garments Cops tryna to take all my narcotics And the world shaking like the tectonics If we find a bag then we getting on it When you understand that's when you'll get sick Got the Glock in my hand I ain't tuckin the blick I'll do what I can and keep making hits I Got stuck ina jam I don't know how did When she gimme her hand it feels like a gift Had to stick to the plan and make it tryna live Like a fish on a pan boy you die pretty quick We ain't pulled up to sams but we still shopping big I just need me a glass to go pour up a 5th I'm moving the work and I'm making it flip Flipping em packs and flipping em bricks My hitta up north be flipping em sticks Building my castle one brick at a time I ain't wasting my time Cuz we get one life Hit it one night Making more lives Left her fucked up on the inside Pussy so tight Ima young boy n I stay high Make the day bright I'm a dog something like a canine Heard ya wanna fight Buy it's all talk Now it's on sight I be outside for the whole time Gotta big old 30 If a pussy tryna touch me no he won't hurt me And my bitch so pretty You aint know now you know you everyday you be learning And the tables turning I got back on my shit and continued my journey Tryna be quick ima leave in a hurry No one could tell that my heart it was burning Don't fuck with her cuz that bitch not my type Been smoking on herbs it's getting me right Now I'm stepping in fashion the trapping provide Why the fuck would this bitch wanna be life Can't you see how depressing it get in my mind I don't give a fuck cop it whatever the price If you look in my heart I don't know what you'll find I was trekking in snow all around me is ice Yea Now it's my time Why in the hell to myself would I lie Bb the belt yea I'm stuck in 09 Retros on feet yea I walk in the sky Yea Time really flies When I'm turning up I be high like a kite Don't try to run up cuz you might just die And Just like a tool bitch you know ima slide All black exterior Beamer truck That's how we pulling up Still haven't smoked enough You's an inferior you not in front of us 20 years old and you still haven't touch a gun Bitch I been known that lil hoe tryna roll a dub I had to flow on the beat cuz I'm so in love With making music and counting a bunch a bucks Been smoking trees and u see how I'm getting stuck I'm on east side Putting that work in Shopping designer my bitch wanna birken Yea this a street life This ain't your version Looked at my life when I open the curtain All of the pain is it really worth it Demons outside you know they be lurking Ik I'm gifted but still am not perfect Smoking that fire whenever I'm nervous Been smoking that fire whenever I'm nervous Piping ya bitch I did it on purpose I cannot live I'm feeling so worthless We boutta drift the tires be skirting I'm winning the game you know I deserve it