Rapper Weed

Lyrics

[Intro] What up, Sav? (Ooh, Sav killed it) Nigga, you, you— alright Shit, damn Yung Sak Runner [Verse] Nigga, you ain't shop with E, that ain't rapper weed This Glock stick'll turn a fuck nigga into rapper weed You wanna make your first ten bands, come and shop with me You wanna turn your rap career up, come and rap with me This a hundred-dollar seven, you can't smoke for free Just beat a nigga ass, he tellin' people it's smoke with me Nigga got locked and started singin' like Jodeci He went to jail and got out first, he the police I know she fuckin' with that one shit 'cause her nose bleedin' The only time I drink green lean when I wanna sleep He ain't from the hood, he grеw up good, he just wannabe Flint food nasty, so I'm finna drive to thе D My nigga gettin' off sellin' 'bows down in Tennessee I mushed this one nigga in his face, give me fifty feet I'm finna buy this Trish from auntie, she sixty-three I don't do no diss songs, you gon' get shot if you mention me Mike got so many chains on, he look like Mr. T I got a play on the Northside, meet at Mr B's I gave this one nigga weed back, it had too many seeds Why the fuck would you cuff her? She got too many C's My little cousin bad, he ten years old throwin' up the B's This nigga dumb as hell, he in the club throwin' all his cheese Nigga, I smoke zaz', I'd never smoke no fuckin' Breeze I'm puttin' on for Flint, long live that nigga MC Breed I'm tryna run it up and get rich like MCD The first time I made 10K, I sold THC I ain't seen you with no cheese since PPP I used to buy 'bows from white boys, now they EDD You was dirt as hell back in high school, you played JV Ridin' 'round with KrispyLife brother, I'm with AD I know some real barefaced goons, free KD I be shit-talkin' so much, that's why they hate me This lil' bitch say I look good, she wanna rape me Them niggas broke as hell hatin' on me, they tryna bait me You better stop fuckin' with them snake niggas, they gon' bake you Bro poured an eight of green in his pop, I'm tryna wake up The hardest songs I ever fuckin' made was in the basement You better not put your heart in a bitch, she gon' break it I paid a hundred dollars for this seven, I'm finna face it You better do somethin' with your life 'fore we waste it