Skylark Disco lyrics

(Intro)
Give up hope
S-som-sometimes i wanna give up hope

(Verse)
n*ggas Be tryna read up on my hoes
I don't care cuz I gotta keep focused on goals
You n*ggas broker then broke
Broke as a joke
Ash on the blunt, Blowin load on the road!
I'm my own boss, I dont what I'm told
He got ones in his pocket we already know
n*ggas be broke and I'm never surprised
Sick of this stupid ass b*tch telling lies
Make sure you give me my ketchup and fries
I know these haters just puss in disguise
Damn it god damnit id do it again
f*ck it lil b*tch I want you and yo friend
Pockets on hundreds my b*tches on ten
Imma say what I say imma say it again
Smoking on pack and you know you can get
b*tch hit my phone I wanna be friends
Who is this weird n*gga we are not french
Ash in the blunt it can spark up again
You n*ggas need to just let the kid win
I'm cashin these checks but no money get spent
That b*tch do not want Lil bro take a hint
Imma do what I do and I don't give a sh*t
n*ggas be lame and I put that on god
Made all this money now b*tches act odd
I never had to put on a facade
These n*ggas are lying about sh*t they are not
Gas in my pocket you know that its pressure
I'm getting calls on my phone like I'm Lester
Bro got a problem then you come and see me
Imma do what I do just like a miciks
I'm making jokes and that b*tch saying tee hee
Get the f*ck outta face Lil bro you got problems
Gave her the di*k she said it was awesome
Look like a flower I know imma blossom
Pull up from 30 I'm feeling curry
I do my best so I don't gotta worry
Getting to that bag but I'm not in a hurry
Can't eat that coochie that sh*t looking dirty
In the disco with yo b*tch tho
I got my dukes up but I don't need a pistol
You'll do you and imma do me
Imma just make sure I stay on my feet
Can't stop me
Ever ever it only get better
Feeling like NASA need me the cheddar
Thought i was finished
Finished
Can not stop winnin
You n*ggas sour you n*ggas linnin
Give me ten years and I'm gon make it killing
I see my potential up to the ceiling
I don't do much I just really be chilling
b*tch my name trendy you know how I'm feeling
Better than ever I'm feeling so clever
I f*ck with you be we can't be together
Tell me she love me but I never met her
I'm toxic I'm rotten
My b*tch ass off like cotton
(Outro Slowed)
Broker then broke
Broke as a joke
Ash on the blunt, Blowin load on the road!
I'm my own boss, I don't what I'm told
He got ones in his pocket we already know
n*ggas be broke and I'm never surprised
Sick of this stupid ass b*tch telling lies
Make sure you give me my ketchup and fries
I know these haters just puss in disguis-