Stepped On Some Weed lyrics

Chorus

Pretty  young thing you know I stay fly
Stepped  on some weed now my heels high
n*ggas trying to wife me but I say bye
Too busy stacking bread up I got no time

All  my b*tches bad (tens) dimes
Rari  pull up gang and we gon’ ride
All yo b*tches wack but it's no surprise mm mm

I  can tell that your bag is a counterfeit
You f*cking broke n*ggas who can’t buy sh*t
Cappin’ for the gram but you live a lie mm mm

If I post it then I own it ain't no flexing
Nobody  gave me nothing I put that work in
Always hustling I’m a sleep when I die mm mm

Verse 1

Red Bull running through my veins cause I don’t never sleep
They told me I will never make it aight we gon’ see
I write my own lyrics it’s coherent
Got experience it’s apparent
My appearance what I'm wearing
Got em’ curious
b*tch anyone not contributing cut off no reply
In the sheets is not the only place I want to grind
I like cash flow
Got a two-seater sitting pretty Maserati go
Chorus

Pretty young thing you know I stay fly
Stepped on some weed now my heels high
n*ggas trying to wife me but I say bye
Too busy stacking bread up I got no time

I can tell that your bag is a counterfeit
You f*cking broke n*ggas who can’t buy sh*t
Cappin’ for the gram but you live a lie mm mm

If I post it then I own it ain't no flexing
Nobody gave me nothing I put that work in
Always hustling I’m a sleep when I die mm mm