Half Sleep
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(Is Wes still there?)
(Get off, Juno)
Yeah, I can turn a bitch swag up, give a nigga street cred
Movin' on up, the penthouse got a keypad
Some niggas don't, but some other niggas need rap
You can tell the jeans cap when you seen the patch
You see me, now you don't, movin' like a ghost
You can see the LV print walkin' through the snow
Forever number two, can't love you like me dough
Grab the pistol, walk him out, make sure you lock my door
I was late to class, but I still pass
Skipped college, richer than my teacher, damn, I feel bed
Fell back, fuck friends, I'd rather let these M's stack
Real stats, press button, on the Double-R, the roof peel back
The right place, the right time, they all gon' fuck
Coincidental, I'm on Brickel, in a new machine
Ain't tint the window it ain't nobody, I'm tryna duck
Watch niggas turn to male groupies when they it come to lean
I had a dream 'bout a award, walkin' across the stage
Finally made it to the top, but it was only me
I remember buyin' beans, goin' down the way
Strapped my nuts and had "Trap or Die" on repeat
Go on YouTube and type Veeze highlights
I'm number one in the country on the red pints
If we was opps, me and your ass a be on thin ice
What you sippin' love and hate? That's a thin line
Fuck a baby bottle, pour up 'til my lips dry
I got hoes in every state, I ain't flyin' you out
Niggas say they want a feature, ain't got the right amount
Wasn't 'posed to sleep with the ho, but I nodded off
Rich cost, take your arm and your leg off
Never too much for the drank, Luther Vandross
I'ma have to start, smokin' crack, just spend it all
Wantin' to be romantic, bitch, let's fuck in a bank vault
You the type to bite a nigga ankle, I'm a big dawg
I'll sell to J's 'til they come back with a crooked jaw
Last name, Worst, I'ma fuck you, then ignore your call
Dog broke, you only got one outfit like the Chucky doll
We total opposite, you got zero pockets full
I'll take a bitch to the movie, before I buy the pussy
Nigga, gotta show that bank card before we get into it
You would think my name is Travis Scott, how they want my shoes
Broke hoe, I get the booy, me, I need a parachute
You know I got the juice, you throw a nigga off the roof
Caught a lame nigga, threw my young boys alley-oop
You can peep the Louis Murakami when I'm passin' through
If I had her you can have her too, 'cause I got a few
Hold on to the money, black jew like my nigga Fu
If hatin' was crime, it'd be a million niggas on the loose
Hop out in the hood, blick attached, got too much to lose