Catch 22

I'm not out here hiding come and find me like I'm Nemo
Posted with my day ones, they my mother fucking primos
Bare wood blazing that's a mother fucking pre-roll
Ballin' on you bitches like I'm Andre Kirilenko
I'm about to blow up like some mother fucking C-4
You just smoke that boof, I'm always smoking on some diesel
Birds in the desert that's what y'all just call a Deagle
I just want to live, spell it backwards it's evil
That bitch nodding off, she been playing with the needle
Circle hella small it's the size of the Beatles
Don't care how much you make in my eye we're all equal
Say you got them bars so why the fuck are they so feeble

Pull up in a coupe
Drop the top remove
Tell me what's the scoop
Are you ballin, do you hoop
Pull up in a coupe
Drop the top remove
Tell me what's the scoop
Are you ballin, do you hoop

Okay wait
Nah
You ain't got no faith
Yah
Pour another 8th until I cannot feel my face
Yah, yah
You a fucken blade
Roller but no skates
Yeah your shit looks gold but it be copper at the base
Aye aye aye
Diamonds always dancing, they be flowing like a cadence
Everywhere I go I got that loud kush fragrance
I don't have a label bitch that makes me a free agent
Once you get some money everybody starts hating
Like some fritos I just love to get Laid
I don't have a Tidal but they love to ride my wave
Fuck a 9-5, I feel too much like a slave
Dicked her down so good, 6ft under in a grave

Pull up in a coupe
Drop the top remove
Tell me what's the scoop
Are you ballin, do you hoop
Pull up in a coupe
Drop the top remove
Tell me what's the scoop
Are you ballin, do you hoop
Pull up in a coupe
Drop the top remove
Tell me what's the scoop
Are you ballin, do you hoop
Okay wait
Nah
You ain't got no faith
Yah
Pour another 8th until I cannot feel my face
Yah, yah
You a fucken blade
Roller but no skates
Yeah your shit looks gold but it be copper at the base
Aye aye aye