Sleep Rappin’ lyrics

[Intro]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin')
It's Thirty
What up, RJ
What up, Bang
Come on, I'm in a–
Come on, if you don't take care, look (BangThatsh*t)

[Verse]
Hm, if you don't take care of business, you not my type of dude
Hm, you gotta call to talk to me, I'm not no typin' dude
Hm, I like to keep a pistol tuck, I'm not no fightin' dude
Hm, you see me in some, I own it, I'm not no striker dude
Hm, I can't hide this sh*t no more, they startin' to see the motion
The sh*t around my neck the closet I done seen to oceans
Money is not everything, I don't need to post it
Won't never put my hands on hoes, I let the pieces choke 'em
Hm, b*tch, my life was a gamble, you think I need some poker?
Huh, yo' b*tch be in my inbox, it ain't no need to poke her
Hm, some people think if they know you, then they'll need to post her
Hm, but every time they be with you, they think they need to post it
Come on, I wonder if I buy a Redeye, would it blink at me?
I dozed off seventeen times, I'm in here sleep rappin'
Everywhere I go be me, that's a sweet tactic
You wanna hear me talk crazier, play the beat backwards
Huh, f*ck my face, b*tch, my backpack famous too
Hm, you see my chain when it move, and you hear it dangle too
Hm, my shooter like my cameraman, he got angles too
Hm, yo' mom and sis a crackhead? I got a auntie too
Yeah, n*gga, I know a few of 'em
The truck behind me got like two buttons, you not gon' do nothin'
I'm tryna make some build a school money, you poppin' school busses
She used to be too shy to do some, but now she too sl*tty
Come on, she say she didn't know who I was, she had to ask somebody
You can't tell me you love me, you not gon' crash about me
Hm, my lil' brothers not gon' play, they rippin' tags about me
Like if can't they can't get you they self, they spendin' cash about me
Alotta hoes do anything to get some cash about me
Hm, I'm tell her no twice, see if she brag about me
Hm, my ex on my phone say her people askin' 'bout me
She say her lil' sister just went and told her dad about me
Hm, I need a boat load of 'bows for all my young n*ggas
Stack the paper and hit the road, don't be no dumb n*gga
Huh, you said you'd always have my back, how you done with me?
Why you tryna run from me? You 'pose to run with me
Tryna take over the world, bae, not just one city
My first time out the country, you 'posed to come with me
Hm, why you always be mad, have some fun with me
Hm, don't be tryna quit the race, go on this run with me