SLEEP lyrics

[Intro: Ashbeck]
Ayy-yay
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: Ashbeck]
I'ma run it up, run it like a race (Run it up)
I ain't rushin', na, I do it at my pace
Tryna go and spend a bag and then replace
When I'm flossin', I'ma rub it in your face
Ain't no stoppin' me, I'm feeling like the man
I be tryin', I be doing what I can
Tryna put the f*cking world inside my hand
Different mindset, don't think they understand

[Verse 1: Ashbeck]
Lemme sekkle
Got 'em by their necks like I wrestle
Take it to a higher level
Full throttle, I should re-up on the petrol
Yeah
I'm a champ without a medal
Tryna put some VS1s in my kettle
She wear Prada like the devil
She be rockin' 4s, she don't wear stilettos

[Refrain: Ashbeck]
Opening them doors, wavy like the shores
I be gettin' mine, hope you're gettin' yours
sh*t be moving fast, sometimes I need to pause
Yeah I got the gwop but I really need some more
I could do you right, I could do you wrong
Yeah I got the drive, you can hear it in my songs
I go for a ride when sh*t be gettin' long
I be doing me but I don't know what you want
[Verse 2: Joe James]
I don't know what these bruddas want so I'm just doing me
The packs were getting Cs, but couple landed, I was 2 and 3
Now they steady cuttin' tru, shorty gave me suttin' new
Pinks, purps, reds, I don't discriminate [?]
You can't put me in the same boat as these bandwags
Loyal to the soil, f*ck these damn sags
My toxic trait is buying my fianceé designer handbags
Balenciaga City bag like, "Here, darling, have this bag"
They thought that they could test me again
I guess it's sad to see, they must be smokin' reggie again
Hmm
I'm suttin' rare, stop and stare
Yeah, takes a lot to scare
Hit him up, they checked his right wrist and there was nuttin' there
Left the kettle on his left wrist 'cos it was f*cking there
If you moved this loyal 'bout some money, you would slide me bread
Cougar ting from Brooklyn, she's a mess, she wanna fly me there
Not Ryanair, nature boy
Yeah I got that kind of flair

[Refrain: Ashbeck]
Opening them doors, wavy like the shores
I be gettin' mine, hope you're gettin' yours
sh*t be moving fast, sometimes I need to pause
Yeah I got the gwop but I really need some more
I could do you right, I could do you wrong
Yeah I got the drive, you can hear it in my songs
I go for a ride when sh*t be gettin' long
I be doing me but I don't know what you want
Ayy