La Salle

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I was late to class, weighed an eighth in the bag Late for therapy, but my hand is gripping cash Delivery with traffic, ooh, the way I'm whipping brash Treat my drugs like a frat house, who you know here? Keep a poker on me so I'm stone face to the fear You crying 'bout being broke, I stood up to wipe my tears I be leaving no trace with my transactions Ditch the digital love, getting cash when I'm trappin' Building up them custos bitch, I'm steady getting traction Private story pharmacy I be *Beep* (Don't incriminate yourself) [Chorus] Shawty ghosted me, now she's on my line for the pack Did me dirty so I'ma wait before I hit her back Something light barely put a dent in my boof pack Kinda miss her but I'd be a fool tryna bring her back [Verse 2] I be getting money four ways like an intersection Driving to that drop off, music for that introspection Getting clean money at work, you can check the schedule STKHM, SWEATSHOP, ooh, I'm feeling extra special I be wanting love, satisfaction I just cannot get But I am a hustler, I use that to my benefit Tryna find my puzzle piece but that been to no avail So I'll chase that fiat because five hunnids is very real [Bridge] Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real But it ain't the truth, I'm just hoping that it gets revealed Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real But a bitch ain't flexing, I'm just tryna pay my fucking bills Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real But a bitch ain't flexing, I'm just tryna pay my fucking bills Don't know how to feel, yes I know the money's real But it ain't the truth, I'm just hoping that it gets revealed [Chorus] Shawty ghosted me, now she's on my line for the pack Did me dirty so I'ma wait before I hit her back Something light barely put a dent in my boof pack I'd be a fool tryna... I'd be a fool tryna... [Verse 3] Girl, you should know that your love is always on my mind And I can't deny it I miss you, I miss you Girl, you should know that your love is always on my mind And I can't deny it I miss you, I miss you I was late to class, weighed an eighth in the bag Late for therapy, but my hand is gripping cash Delivery with traffic, ooh, the way I'm whipping brash Treat my drugs like a frat house, who you know here? Keep a poker on me so I'm stone face to the fear You crying 'bout being broke, I stood up to wipe my tears I be leaving no trace with my transactions Ditch the digital getting cash when I'm trappin' Building up them custos, I'm steady getting traction Private story pharmacy I be Snapchatting [Chorus] Shawty ghosted me now she's on my line for the pack Did me dirty so I'ma wait before I hit her back Something light barely put a dent in my boof pack Kinda miss her but I'd be a fool tryna bring you back Shawty ghosted me, now she's on my line for the pack And I'ma wait before I hit her back It barely put a dent in my boof pack I miss you, I'd be a fool tryna bring you back [Outro] You always hit my line for weed I'll be right there, I also got molly I used to be holding you, now I'm supplying your party I'm bagging up all this dope for you, you got me so excited Now it's just me and you supplying your party, am I invited? No