Measure lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayy, Jay, man, run that sh*t back)

[Chorus]
Pourin' out the pint, we don’t measure it
I ain't gotta smell the weed 'fore I get it, ’cause it's pressure
Been out the game for a minute, they still askin' for a tester
Ain't got sh*t for 'em now, I used to give 'em all extra
Straight drop, you can tell by the texture

[Verse]
Had to switch my lifestyle 'cause my mama gave me a lecture
I ain't gon’ lie, I miss Sarah, Brittany, and Heather
They ain’t had no car, but walked to me in any weather
Since I went legit, I been livin' a little better
Don’t die about that word, can you guess it? Seven letters
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
n*ggas know what's up, they show a lot when they see me
Fans showin' love, they keep my songs up on repeat
Baby, these Off-Whites, these is not no f*ckin' Yeezys
b*tch, I bet your baby daddy wanna be me
f*cked up when I seen myself wanted on the TV
Got your bank account in my pocket, I’m like hee-hee, I mean haha
You n*ggas' raps unbelievable just like sci-fi
b*tch, I'm connected everywhere just like Wi-Fi
I'm a magician, 'cause I can get it gone, ta-da
Every time I shoot, I walk up, don't do no drive-bys
sh*t'll get real messy if I have to slide by
I ain't never found no rule that I abide by
My niece bad as hell, she only three, I call her my pie
My b*tch spoiled, I bought her every shoe in a size nine
Glock on me, I bet your gun jam, you got a SCCY 9
Me and my nephew don't see eye— alright
Me and my nephew don't see eye to eye 'cause he a live wire
You ain't never downloaded songs on LimeWire
You ain't never hand in hand with the plug, you a side buyer
You ain't never hit the road with that sh*t and came back
You ain't never middlemanned a play and your profit was eight racks
I don't really like drinkin' purple 'cause it ain't Act'
Blow all my money in a day, somehow I can't stack
I hope that ain't exotics in your pack, 'cause that ain't that
Blowin' on, blowin' on some sh*t called opp pack
Blew his brains out, where his top at?
They said they wanted beef, but they dropped that
Lucky, 'cause I just found out where they spot at
It's a difference between where me and you shop at
You askin' 'bout the drank, but I dropped that
Bustdown chain, yeah, I dropped that
You need to help your homie out, 'cause he down bad
Hundred rounds on me like I'm in combat
Hundred thousand on me, it look compact
My n*gga don't smoke, he caught a contact
Hashtag on Instagram, where the pounds at?
Closed-caption on the TV, where the sound at?
Fell off, it only took a week for me to bounce back
f*ck an eighth of weed, where the ounce at?
f*ck an ounce of lean, where the pint at?
'Bout to bust a Rollie down so you can't tell where the time at
You ain't got no hustle, where your grind at?
You ain't got no vision, where your mind at?
I spy, I see a lot of, lot of drugs in a brown bag
People die when I'm beyond mad
Make one call to find out where the f*ck my cousin Shaun at
[Chorus]
Pourin' out the pint, we don't measure it
I ain't gotta smell the weed 'fore I get it, 'cause it's pressure
Been out the game for a minute, they still askin' for a tester
Ain't got sh*t for 'em now, I used to give 'em all extra
Straight drop, you can tell by the texture
Straight drop, you can tell by the texture