I CARRY MINE! lyrics

[Intro]
Tank God

[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]
In the back of my lac' ('Lac), with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (Yeah)
Lit like Thomas Edison (Yeah), I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine, and I ball all my measurements (Yeah)
In the back of my lac' ('Lac), with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (Yeah)
Lit like Thomas Edison, I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine (Yeah), and I ball all my measurements

[Post-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]
I carry mine (Back-back-back)
I carry mine, I carry mine (Doo-doo-doot)

[Verse: Chris King]
I'm heartbreaker but I'm sippin' all the timе
Shoot out the roof and then I hit him in his spine
I'll knock a b*tch down, I don't carе about her size
Lil' n*gga's a birthday, I got a wrapped surprise
Take a couple Henny shots, now a n*gga paralyzed
We break the rules, n*gga, we don't comply
We break the law for a piece of the pie
I'm a rockstar 'til the day I die
Hol' up, get to feel like a playground, my n*ggas gon' slide
Put a b*tch on her knees, like I get me sign
Young Yaweh, you b*tches, his face look like mine
Hol' up, grippin' the chopper like Malcom X, peak through the blinds
Watchin' the smile, it might you leave blind
I think that Johnny Dang must took his time
Hol' up, I came from butcher stone, it wasn't VVS
All of my n*ggas was DVS
I got prescriptions more than a CVS
A n*gga got pills but I think it's pressed
I was broke as a joke, you haven't seen a debt
Now I got money, I need to flex
I fly in snotty nose like a fighter jet
Tell me where the lighter at
[Chorus: Tyla Yaweh & Chris King]
In the back of my lac' (Back, back), with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest (That 14)
Lit like Thomas Edison (Hol' up), I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine, and I ball all my measurements
In the back of my lac', with two hoes that's tryna kick it
Hit a match, got me coughin', light-headed, I'm the littest
Lit like Thomas Edison, I count a lot of Benjamin's
I pour a little medicine and I ball all my measurements

[Post-Chorus: Tyla Yaweh]
I carry mine
I carry mine