Wanna Be Us lyrics

(Hook Slowed)
Run up on me that's a death sentence
I don't got time for you damn peasants
Wrap that boy up like a damn present
Kickin' sh*t with them damn felons
Shooting up at your damn melon
Murder on my mind like I'm melly
Know I got the gas *Tapestop effect*

*Tae produced it*
*This is a DJ Ant exclusive b*tch*

(Hook)
Run up on me that's a death sentence
I don't got time for you damn peasants
Wrap that boy up like a damn present
Kickin' sh*t with them damn felons
Shooting up at your damn melon
Murder on my mind like I'm melly
Know I got the gas you can smell it
Smokin' this dope in a telly
You walked in the court and you tellin'
They see the shoes on me and they jealous
I know that they envy us
I know that they wanna be us
(Verse)
I know they broke as f*ck
In a coupe, what's a truck?
Off the dope I'm high as f*ck
Sippin' this lean got me stuck
Really fell in love with the mud
Y'all stay still smoking dubs
Never smoke less than an ounce
Me and Ant stay copping pounds
Drop a xan in my drank yeah, put a xan in my body
Feeling like I'm Chief Keef 'cause I don't really feel nobody
And there ain't no b*tch in me, nah I don't really fear nobody
I know that I'm the f*cking best now they telling me I'm too c*cky
Push to start up in this new whip no I don't need no damn car key
I hit the plug for some more pack I ain't selling I'm smoking all that
Just know that I ain't with the chat
I know y'all broke and that's a fact
I can't f*ck with y'all 'cause y'all fags
I been runnin' like right to the bag

(Hook)
Run up on me that's a death sentence
I don't got time for you damn peasants
Wrap that boy up like a damn present
Kickin' sh*t with them damn felons
Shooting up at your damn melon
Murder on my mind like I'm melly
Know I got the gas you can smell it
Smokin' this dope in a telly
You walked in the court and you tellin'
They see the shoes on me and they jealous
I know that they envy us
I know that they wanna be us
*Tapestop effect*

(Hook Slowed)
Run up on me that's a death sentence
I don't got time for you damn peasants
Wrap that boy up like a damn present
Kickin' sh*t with them damn felons
Shooting up at your damn melon
Murder on my mind like I'm melly
Know I got the gas you can smell it
Smokin' this dope in a telly
You walked in the court and you tellin'
They see the shoes on me and they jealous
I know that they envy us
I know that they wanna be us