Sound
Plugg, chillwave, trap, ATL, Atlanta, percussive, alternative trap, experimental beat, bedroom bop, Midwestern hyperTrap, post-trap revival, acoustic thug plucking, Southern dirty south, anti-disco, Midwest, indie trap math
Lyrics
Liff a couple glasses say you bout that life Liff a gpt he tell you how to rye it Spawn a couple Gs throw em on the table Throw a couple ops call that shit a label Eyyy I been in they houses I been kickin doors, I been reppin vans I fuck wit ya gurrl, throw up a couple bodies catch em on yo face, young blood talking way too big I put him in his place eyyy mama workin 60 hour they said schools a waste, autodidact just means poor but knows how to think
I been on that perc I been on that rocksie yeah, I been in them shackles fuck yo shit on opses, he glasses fallin down lemme fix his optics, he reppin out his depth don't see them riding, motherfuckers call me paranoid but they ain't been shot at (brrrra), yuh he liff a couple glasses grow a couple dreds, I grew up on the snap pay, all my friends is dead, survival bias shieee I just stayin fed, got my name in her mouth, call ya bitch a fed
I been up in houses I been cracking doors
I been up in prisons I been dodging skulls
I ain't nothing special I'm just all that made it, I ain't talking money, real shit way more basic
Ask me bout an op don't know shit about it
Herd yo mama fed ya paid the rent and showered Ain't like us, bitch aint never was a real one on it All the real ones died the ones that's left just got it Yuh All the real ones died the ones that's left just got it
All the real ones die
I been on that perc I been on that rocksie yeah, I been in them shackles fuck yo shit on opses, he glasses fallin down lemme fix his optics, he reppin out his depth don't see them riding, motherfuckers call me paranoid but they ain't been shot at (brrrra), yuh he liff a couple glasses grow a couple dreds, I grew up on the snap pay, all my friends is dead, survival bias shieee I just stayin fed, got my name in her mouth, call ya bitch a fed
I been up in houses I been cracking doors
I been up in prisons I been dodging skulls
I ain't nothing special I'm just all that made it, I ain't talking money, real shit way more basic
Ask me bout an op don't know shit about it
Herd yo mama fed ya paid the rent and showered Ain't like us, bitch aint never was a real one on it All the real ones died the ones that's left just got it Yuh All the real ones died the ones that's left just got it
All the real ones die