globe

Lyrics

[Chorus] I ain't sober, you already know Lil' baby said she like my glo' Expensive lean, can't buy my clothes I'm with Jxyway, smokin' on this dro Can't trust a soul, don't call me bro Ain't worried about me, but you like my posts Heat a nigga up just like some toast Tell my bitches do her toes Twinuzis get new clothes Off of these drugs, might have a stroke Packrunner Summr, I'm in my glo' Finna take these trips around the globe Got weed all on my fuckin' robe I'ma light this bitch up like a strobe And I be geeked up off this dope And they be takin' all my flows Gettin' off probation, fuck my PO Circle small like a Cheerio It's all well, Bell', like where he go? I'm sittin' back, countin' up these rolls Yeah, he know what his bitch know Just took a Xan', I'm movin' slow [Verse] Gas hit me hard just like a jab I'm smokin' on dope, this ain't no dab I'm lookin' at broke niggas, I just laugh I'm so shell just like a crab I'm high as fuck, bitch, I'm off of the map This bitch wanna fuck, that ain't love taps I mix G-Star up with the Gap And these TNs, these ain't Rafs My nigga Goyxrd got this bitch goin' I'm smokin' on 'woods and I'm just floatin' I'm takin' pills, I don't know the dosage I need my space like I need some storage Boy, yo' ass suck but don't wanna discourage In this world, girl, you gotta have courage I need guap, baby girl, I'ma cherish Prada slippers and them bitches furry [Chorus] I ain't sober, you already know Lil' baby said she like my glo' Expensive lean, can't buy my clothes I'm with Jxyway, smokin' on this dro Can't trust a soul, don't call me bro Ain't worried about me, but you like my posts Heat a nigga up just like some toast Tell my bitches do her toes Twinuzis get new clothes Off of these drugs, might have a stroke Packrunner Summr, I'm in my glo' Finna take these trips around the globe Got weed all on my fuckin' robe I'ma light this bitch up like a strobe And I be geeked up off this dope And they be takin' all my flows Gettin' off probation, fuck my PO Circle small like a Cheerio It's all well, Bell', like where he go? I'm sittin' back, countin' up these rolls Yeah, he know what his bitch know Just took a Xan', I'm movin' slow