Forgotten Crossroads ft. Drinkkush Lyrics

Our last song just hit a grand

I don't think you understand

Some of y'all do this for longer

But your views ain't stronger

I swear to god bitch that's so sad

Casually pop me some beans

Just left the house ate some greens

Don't want a part of your team

Y'all don't want answers you think you the master

I don't need no college degree

I roll a blunt hit it once

Just fucked that bitch hit it twice

I pop three pills I feel nice

Four bitches rolling my dank in the night

And I pour me a fifth of that sprite

Bitch I just ball like a six

If she a seven I hit

Put that eighth straight to my lip

Pull out the nine and he miss little bitch

He just taking ten straight to the ribs

Straight to his rib lil bitch I don't miss

Caught him off guard like a mother fucking glitch

Striking him out with this heat I just pitched

Bag full of chicken yeah that man just snitched

Wok or the trix yeah we pourin it up

Pack him with led like the weed in this dutch

She seen we rich so she givin it up

How they so trash while I'm leveling up

Roll it spark it puff it we go

Do what I want you do what you told

Don't care about the money don't care about the gold

Don't this for a living I guess that's the goal

Hit my DMs I send them a toll

You learn to hate I learned to grow

Chasing this dream I can't wait for the shows

Chilling backstage getting head she a pro

I just keep dropping em dropping 'em drop

Ain't no one stopping him stopping em stop

We just keep offing em offing they top

He asking questions he sound like the cops

Stopped trusting people got stabbed in the back

Keep that shit in let it out on my tracks

Fucking with me why the fuck you do that

You send me shots act surprised I aim back

Riding I'm riding with sticks in the back

Bitch I got semis yeah I never lack

If you talk back then my Glock finna pop

Just like a Karen you talk to the cops

Our last song just hit a grand

I don't think you understand

Some of y'all do this for longer

But your views ain't stronger

I swear to god bitch that's so sad

Casually pop me some beans

Just left the house ate some greens

Don't want a part of your team

Y'all don't want answers you think you the master

I don't need no college degree

I roll a blunt hit it once

Just fucked that bitch hit it twice

I pop three pills I feel nice

Four bitches rolling my dank in the night

And I pour me a fifth of that sprite

Bitch I just ball like a six

If she a seven I hit

Put that eighth straight to my lip

Pull out the nine and he miss little bitch

He just taking ten straight to the ribs