Expensive Linen lyrics

[Intro]
Fatt, Fatt, Fatt
Aye
Aye, Fatt, Fatt, Fatt

[Chours]
I’m on molly in the party
All the liquor in our section
Day go by my life getting harder
I stay calm because I’m blessed
Riding with Choppas in the rari
Life hit different when you lit
Do yo homework on me n*gga
I’ve been f*ckin n*ggas b*tches
Back in school we had these sticks
We don’t use em just for pictures
My day one that boy a killer
I don’t judge him it’s just in him
Outside thuggin with my n*ggas
I pop out expensive linen
I catch flights I don’t catch feelings
I catch him I’m shooting his fitted

[Verse]
Different b*tches same n*ggas
Differеnt pictures same city
All thesе liquor we been missing bro might crash and blow his Switchy
I’m not tryna go to hell so I forgive but won’t forget you
sl*t you out but I won’t kiss you kick you out and I won’t miss you
Married to my high
In love with your vibe
Swallow different pills but I can’t swallow my pride
Higher than a b*tch I pour a line on ig live
Try to run it back with her again and get it right
Why she got that bag with her she ain’t staying the night
She talking bout she love me I’m like yeah aight
Early in the morning wake up f*ck her from the side
Always got my gun but still have fun while I’m outside
Hella sh*t I did for n*ggas it always got took for granted
Leave the hood in right back in the booth I pray I win a Grammy
I ain’t made it yet I give ma dukes my last cause that’s who had me
All the stress that you done put me through and I still love you sadly
All my hoes ain’t got no daddy I like all my b*tches ratchet
Smoke the bowl down up in cali call my bluff im really havin
Smakky dead plus n*ggas started acting weird when T.J. ratted
I seen family switch on family watch my mama stabbed my daddy
Seen a couple n*ggas died you ever watched a headshot
sh*t get nasty it get tragic I turn on this red dot
I’m a million dollar talent drug addict toting a Glock
When no b*tches tryna f*ck when I had hoes up in my socks
Now they riding di*k so bad unlucky I still got my c*ck
Diamonds shine so f*ckin bright can’t see the time up on my watch
She call me at eight O’clock I’m in her stomach by like nine
Don’t you tell bout no freak that ain’t yo b*tch and she ain’t mines n*gga