Log-In Lyrics

I could see how much I make off a log in

I just ran out of shots, have my dawg spin

Plug just hit my phone, I just locked in

He gon' front what I buy, tell him box ten

If yo mans in that car, now he boxed in

I been getting activated, custos locked in

And I don't play bout that breesh, that's a coffin

I can't sleep on the breesh, not a option

Huh, ayy, ten just came in

I been stuck in the lab like a caveman

I just shift in that mood, that's the game plan

Huh, aye, ten just came in

Shift, aye, and I been shifting, aye

Shift, aye, and I been shifting, aye

I'ma shift, I ain't miss a pass

Shift, I'ma shift, I ain't miss no call

Brodie just got active, heard it through the wall

And this bitch so silent, echoes through the hall

BNB too high, keep dropping calls

I could put this bitch through but I don't wanna call

I just alley-pop to brodie, he gon' dunk the ball

That's a 20 ball Paul, he just want the lob

Brodie never miss a pass, he gon' do the job

I'ma send it to my dawg, he gon' get it all

Aye, he gon' get it all

I'ma send it to my, he gon' get it all

Aye, he gon' get it all

I'ma send it to my, he gon' get it all

I just start the day off with some new pack

New thrax, opp in the air, this some new pack

And his dawg ain't have his back cause he ain't shoot back

Shoot back, left his gun cold and he knew that

I could see how much I make off a log in

I just ran out of shots, have my dawg spin

Plug just hit my phone, I just locked in

He gon' front what I buy, tell him box ten

If yo mans in that car, now he boxed in

I been getting activated, custos locked in

And I don't play bout that breesh, that's a coffin

I can't sleep on the breesh, not a option