Galleria lyrics

[Intro]
My weed come in packs

[Verse]
All my weed come in packs, I won't open up no Ziploc
n*ggas' clout died, now they out here using like bots
I ain't gotta c*ck this b*tch back, keep one up top
Bro just caught thirty years, he gotta sit 'n rock
They tryna do him bold
Heard you got into it with your b*tch, she threw out your clothes
Bag full of buds, when it shake we throw out the extras
I'll get a loan, give me your bank statements, et cetera
I need everything yours
I walk inside Cookies, I need everything here
I'm out here in Seattle, I ain't been since last yеar
You overdue on rent, you ain't paid sincе last month
n*gga, you a kid, can't leave the house past 1:00
Hundred dollar eighth, you talking 'bout pass what?
n*ggas had the bag, now they getting passed up
f*ck a five pack, b*tch, I need the whole box
I got a strain coming, they just harvesting the crops
I got some money coming every time I hear a knock
That's another sale
A PuA car with twenty thousand just came in the mail
You can't find this drip at Somerset, I hit the Galleria
I just got some head from your b*tch, we ain't watch [?]
Told my lil' bro, "Watch your surroundings"
Ran into an opp, I had that n*gga heart pounding
Run up fifty, spent it all on a vehicle
Black and yellow stripes on the whip, [?]
Marriott hit, you gotta punch it through Expedia
When I put this b*tch in sports mode I'm leaving ya
I have her Gucci head to toe, not that Fashion Nova
Couldn't find no cream, I had to pour up in a Coca-Cola
Dawg be sipping fake juice, he got a hemorrhoid
I guarantee that this check clear, it will not void
If I run into the cops I will not speak
Everyday I make a couple thousand, I don't make Tweets
I be out of town on business, not vacation
Expensive, $200 pasta, it's Cajun
(Spicy, that b*tch spicy, yeah, that b*tch spicy, spicy)
(Spicy, spicy)