Fucc Shit

Holiday season, boy
Sledgren, you stupid
For this one [holiday season]
Berner brought that pack!

I always had hard beats to rap to
Always had strong, always had that sack too
I was just a young nigga gettin’ tattoos
Now they say I’m on, yeah they say I’m that dude
Grade a, I’m smoking honor roll
All my clothes smell like chronic smoke
Shades on 'cuz I’m fuckin’ faded
Buyin’ all the bottles, show the club we made it

Now you may think that
You’re so good that you
Smilin’ at that fuck shit
But I know

I can see through all the bullshit
I’ma light a joint and make you do a full spin
I’ma fly first class with all my niggas I’m cool with
I’ma hit the club with 50 grand and lose it
Faded off gin, last call for alcohol
I brought it all out I’m gon’ spend
My homies got all of ‘em in
And niggas be mad at us cuz
They ain’t ballin’ they money ain’t tall as us
But I never worry ‘bout niggas
Who talk that shit but they can’t follow us

Now look how I rep that shit I was raised on
And them dollar signs what it’s based on
And I roll around and I do me
Spent a long time in that hooptie
But I get it in, smoke a lot of trees, drink a lot of gin
Nigga like me got a couple friends
And a couple bottles and a couple bands
But I’m all in
Came in the game, balling

My old school with it’s???
And I’m cashin only, y’all stolen
End of the night, yo’ bitch I’m callin’
But fuck it nigga, wanna roll with me
Let her fire it up, let her smoke with me
She don’t fuck with lames but she love a g
And she love the way I slang the d (dang)

But I’m in the club and don’t fuck with haters
Don’t need them niggas tryna bother me
But I’m poppin’ bottles for the time to be
Standin’ on the couch, call it luxury
Little model chicks wanna fuck with me
Wanna smoke with me, wanna drink with me
Wanna come with me
But I’m in and out like I'm supposed to be
Still smokin’ trees