[Intro]
Couple things strugglin'
Couple things strugglin'
Couple things strugglin'
Do they really fuck with
Niggas say they fuck with
Do they really fuck with
[Hook]
Couple things strugglin'
Navigating functions
Niggas say they fuckin' with
Do they really fuck with
I don’t really trust ‘em niggas
I don’t really trust chicks
Cuttin’ everybody off, can’t even feel nothing
Raising my goosebumps, it’s all opps, paranoia
Tell me who loyal, it’s all opps, who loyal
Smoke that soil, my bowl clogged
Just copped raws, I rolled up combustion
Distractions from the tough shit, stone cold tokin’ substance
[Post Hook]
Out the loop a while my
DMs of the dry kind
It’s just me, myself, and my mind
[Verse]
Do they really fuck with, do they really fuck with
Never one to be trustin’
So you say you missin’ mе’
No I ain’t trippin’, just wonder why they ain’t hit me
Ain’t nobody gеttin’ me, do it on my own, nobody real as me
I been grindin’, cuz I don’t wanna have to sign a deal
These events happenin’, but I ain’t around, heard somebody tweaked a lil
Keepin’ up appearances, so hoes remember who’s really really trill
November gets really real, iPhone silent, it’s been sittin’ still
Do they wish me well then, or want me burn in Hell then?
[Hook]
Couple things strugglin'
Navigating functions
Niggas say they fuckin' with
Do they really fuck with
I don’t really trust ‘em niggas
I don’t really trust chicks
Cuttin’ everybody off, can’t even feel nothing
Raising my goosebumps, it’s all opps, paranoia
Tell me who loyal, it’s all opps, who loyal
Smoke that soil, my bowl clogged
Just copped raws, I rolled up combustion
Distractions from the tough shit, stone cold tokin’ substance
[Verse 2]
Stone cold tokin’ substance
Stone cold tokin’ substance
Tough shit, tough shit
Stone cold tokin’ substance
Feelin’ like myself, when I’m sippin’ on Russian
Like the right call in the moment
But is it worth, these sacrifices
I can’t focus on that gettin’ wired shit
Not by itself, my neck icy
Yea, yea
Stay focused when the drugs hit
Distractions from passions, my thoughts I can’t trust ‘em
Who can I fuck with, and who do I fuck with
No answers to that, so this function, I’ll dub it
No Hennessy with the Russian
Bitch I’m laying low (bitch, I’m laying low)
[Bridge]
Till I get to wealthy, till I get a Hellcat
Till my jacket feelin’ velvet, till ‘em old hoes jealous
She just want my pelvis
[Post Hook]
Out the loop a while my
DMs of the dry kind
It’s just me, myself, and my mind