Long Weekend (Rims) lyrics

[Intro]
(Nikko Bunkin' in the trap, yeah)

[Chorus]
There he go again, there he go again, 'gain, uh
If I play at all, I'ma play to win, win, oh
I'm gon' pray to God, forgive me for my sins, sins, oh
Keep a firearm, scratchin' lotto ticket, oh
I'm little LeBron dunkin' on the rim, rim
I ain't from New York, but if I'm fightin', I'll lace up the timbs
Just to stomp a n*gga brain and see what he thinkin'
Perc's and blood in the sink, been a long weekend

[Verse]
That Codeine, I'll pour, I pop pills too
I get so faded, don't know what to do
That Codeine, I'll pour, I pop pills too
I get so faded, don't know what to do
I remember drivin' Pontiac's
Takin' my clothes to the laundromat
Now I'm rich, rich, I'm beyond that
Fake friends don't get a call back
I done upgraded to a Maybach
MAC-11, make 'еm hit a face-plant
Gucci shades no Ray-Bans
Made hеr do the cliché dance
Like gettin’ tattooed, prayer hands
b*tch I'm that dude, prolly the only reason why they b*tches be f*ckin'
Ain't sh*t, know some it's some women that be drinkin' and smokin' and smilin', yeah, that's true
All my n*ggas, they be juggin' and robbin' and wildin'
Juggin' and robbin' and wildin'