Right before I lit up a blunt
Did this shit for more cheddar
It feels like my soul fed up
It feels like it’s way too much pressure
Really I’m tired of waiting for shit
So I told my nigga we picking up bricks
Felt like soul yeah it didn’t exist
Only thing missing was holding a grip
I should’ve known it would end up like this
I should’ve known it would end up like this
I should’ve known I would live in a traphouse
10 shawties they talking bout kids they ringing me up
Fake niggas not allowed in the cut
Fake Niggas always getting the cut
Take money never getting a cut
And fake shawties always getting the cut
And when I pull up in the mf crib
All you niggas mehn you know what it is
Trap bumping from the first to the fifth
And Uber shawties never getting a lift
Right before I lit up a blunt
Did this shit for more cheddar
It feels like my soul fed up
It feels like it’s way too much pressure
It feels like way too much pressure
Ice cold I’m loving the weather
Got them ticks on my sweater
You know it’s Nike forever
Of course we ball like kid cudi
Red cup filled up its Bacardi
Got them bitches vibrating
It feels like way too much pressure
Ice cold I’m loving the weather
Got them ticks on my sweater
You know it’s Nike forever
Of course we ball like kid cudi
Red cup filled up its Bacardi
Got them bitches vibrating
Right before I lit up a blunt
Did this shit for more cheddar
It feels like my soul fed up
It feels like it’s way too much pressure