BLANK ROOM lyrics

[Verse]
I wanna buy your sl*t, what's the cost?
You nothing to sh*t, better go give it up
Not thinking bout dancing, I'm thinking bout shooting when I'm walking inside club (club)
Not talking that PROD, when i leave him DIRTY
I do not repeat, I know that you heard me
Shoutout to SOCKS, his Glock holding 30
John Wick in the day, cause I'm feeling moody
Pouring codeine, I drink it like smoothie
She came to my crib and we made a lil movie
I don't trust a soul, I keep it a hunnid, don't beef on the net, man, you over the country
Drink got me moving, I'm moving retarded, like you is a ghost, you amounting to nothing
I am a sl*t, honestly, I'm disgusting
My thumbs turning blue, cause these bands, I'm counting
Your b*tch got you stressing, I'm over here lounging
You broke than a b*tch, you don't got an accountant
And that fact that I'm only 16, and I still took your b*tch, and you grown? that sh*t should mеan something
Aye, pull up land coupe, bullеt proof, untouchable
b*tch we rolling loud pack, smoking on some whats that
And your b*tch, pick and choosing she a opp, I'm get - get - get - get
Momma always tweaking, cause I never wanna go to class
She don't even know I'm counting money, b*tch I got the maths
They think that I'm making beats, cause my f*cking choppa clap

[Hook]
Momma always tweaking, cause I never wanna go to class
Momma always tweaking, cause I never wanna go to class
Momma always tweaking, cause I never wanna go to class
Momma always tweaking, cause I never wanna go -