Alot

(Ginseng)

'Tussin in my cup, yeah, I'ma OD
Yeah, I know he mad 'cause his pockets on E
Always chasin' bands, yeah, my pockets on Glee
Bro he got them guns, yeah, what you tryna see
Always hit my phone, askin', "when you wanna link?"
Dressed up in that Moncler, yeah, I love to flex
We can have a war, yeah, who you tryna test
Used to get the packs in from way out west

She fuckin' with a real one, she know that I'm the best
I got knots up in these Balmain jeans
I love the Rick but this Raf so clean
Diamonds VVS and they always gleam
Love the money, yeah, fell in love with the green
Put that bitch in Louis, turn her to my queen
Love to fuck, yeah, had to quit the lean
In the club, and I'm rollin' off an E

Heard that he a juug, yeah, I'ma run it up
Hop out at the scene, yeah, we gon' shoot it up
Heard he talkin' shit, yeah, his bitch wanna fuck
I'ma grab the .40, yeah, bitch you better duck
In love with the drugs, yeah, poison in my cup
Heard you wanna link, yeah, bitch you out of luck
Put you in that jam, yeah, you can get stuck
Music doin' numbers, yeah, I'ma blow it up

Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot
I just hit a juug, yeah, I do that a lot
Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot
Chasin' after checks, yeah, can't chase no thot

Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot
I just hit a juug, yeah, I do that a lot
Chasin' after bands, yeah, I do that a lot
Chasin' after checks, yeah, can't chase a thot



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