WHISKEY AND WEED

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] Ah, ah, ah, ooh Ooh, you ain't, ooh, got nowhere to run Ah, ah, ah, ooh Ooh, you ain't, ooh, got nowhere to run [Verse] They counted me out Shoutout to mama and papa, I made me a M in the house I don't think they can get to me now How it feel to be talk of the town? Just depend if you family or fan, I don't like it when they kissin' my ass She suck on dick just because of my dad She young and give top in the drop No, you can't park in this lot Is we fuckin' or not? Do you love me or not? I had enough of these thots when I found out they was fuckin' for clout Make me a couple K and then I'm out If I talk to the bank today, I make 'em drought Just talkеd to granny, she said that she proud of me (Said that shе proud of me) Fuck every nigga that doubted me (That doubted me) Two-hundred K just to honor your majesty (Facts) Gotta make no mistake if you passin' me (Facts) Put the cam' in my face and they askin' me "Not to be rude, is that your whip? Are those your guys?" (Huh?) "You bought that house? Do you tuck your nine?" (Huh?) "Would you ever trade that just to have this life?" And I'm like, "Honestly, I don't even give a fuck about these rappers, though" (Fuck 'em) "And obviously, I don't even give a fuck about these model hoes" ('Cause fuck 'em) "And pardon me, you don't even know my mama, you don't get to call me bro" (On God) I don't wanna be cool (Straight up) Why these niggas always tryna be cool? (Straight up) "What you doin'?" Just mindin' me and you In my space, can you take a step or two? I'm tryna make some progression (Hol' up) But think God tryna teach me some lessons (Straight up) They show me hate, so we show Smith & Wessons Nowadays, niggas do this for attention, I wish it was money One time for the folks back home in their duffy Mike Dimes run it up 'til the gang out the country, hol' up [Part II] [Intro] Ah-ah (Yeah, that's hard, fuck it) Ah-ah, got nowhere to (Uh) Ah-ah, ah-ah Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes [Verse 1] Uh, you think you him with all that jewelry on, you flexed up, huh? All of my hoes faker than silicone, I'm fucked up and I'm knee deep in Tryna get in my zone, she a two-by-two model chick IG pics the only thing she on [Chorus] Pour a deuce in the Fanta, I'm a real Texas phantom I got different type of standards, did some things up on the camera, uh Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater Pimpin' before pleasure, I make shorties take my misdemeanors [Verse 2] This style ain't for free, I'm Mike D pushin' with them Billy boys The city boys, really should call us the fuck-up-our-kidney boys We skinny, but somehow we only seem to have the biggest toys Don't list me when you talk about them rappers, they some little boys (Bitch, I go by Mike Dimes) [Chorus] Pour a deuce in the Fanta, I'm a real Texas phantom I got different type of standards, did some things up on the camera, uh Trench coat, all black, SUV, seven seater Pimpin' before pleasure, I make shorties take my misdemeanors [Outro] That's hard, Spiff