PLEEDIG ft. RXKNephew Lyrics

I don't give a fuck how hard it get

Go to sleep to money, wake up to money

Can't leave the money, I be missing the money

I don't want that mid, get some different for me

My last plug, he don't really like me, I step in icier than so icy

I don't give a damn if a bitch don't like me

Cartier watch, it's not a brightness

Say the way I rap, might get indicted

No, that's not your money, don't get excited

I pass your weed back, I don't like it

Me and my withdrawals, we be fighting

I talk to the plug like, nigga, get better

Bro with the shit and he pull up whenever

Take both of my wrist, put them bitches together

Me and all of mine cut from different leather

Doing drug deals, it's not a get-together

They say Slither Man did it better

He going serve everybody if you let him

Dark thoughts in my head ain't getting better

Unc in the hood, tell you I'm doing better

Thirty one cost a Avirex Leather

I said it, I said it, nigga, I mean it

I don't want your advice, you ain't seen it

Ain't nowhere in hell you can get me to believe it

I need more drink, they say I need Jesus

Say I need to slow down, keep speeding

Driving an Audi like a demon

Unc wanna get high, he's begging and pleading

It's cold outside, I don't wanna leave him

Withdrawal kicking, I don't wanna eat

Need my top shelf, I need my drink

Go ahead, bitch, make me a believer

Where is Jesus? Cause I ain't seen him

I look in the mirror, see a straight creature

Shoes fresh as hell, they ain't got no creases

Chain on my neck, could've bought a car

Slap shit out a bitch with my rings on

She like, lower your voice, why you screaming for

I sampled a dope, got them fiending for it

Shit got Unc looking like crazy legs

I wake up, they sound crazy in my head

Stick looking like daddy long legs

Need racks to hit, I don't want your head

I dunk in this bitch like Tim Duncan

Punch the shit out a nigga like Slim Duncan

How you flat broke and did nothing?

Slap shit out you with a blue hundred

I jump in this bitch and get the gunning

I miss my scale, miss the pot

Bitch keep talking how she wifey but really want to be a thot

I got two brand new Glocks

Drink out the bottle, fuck a shot

All that cap will get you shot

I trapped on the corner more than Ahk