Rapper Weed lyrics

[Intro]
What up, Sav?
(Ooh, Sav killed it)
n*gga, you, you— alright
sh*t, damn
Yung Sak Runner

[Verse]
n*gga, you ain't shop with E, that ain't rapper weed
This Glock stick'll turn a f*ck n*gga into rapper weed
You wanna make your first ten bands, come and shop with me
You wanna turn your rap career up, come and rap with me
This a hundred-dollar seven, you can't smoke for free
Just beat a n*gga ass, he tellin' people it's smoke with me
n*gga got locked and started singin' like Jodeci
He went to jail and got out first, he the police
I know she f*ckin' with that one sh*t 'cause her nose bleedin'
The only time I drink green lean when I wanna sleep
He ain't from the hood, he grеw up good, he just wannabe
Flint food nasty, so I'm finna drive to thе D
My n*gga gettin' off sellin' 'bows down in Tennessee
I mushed this one n*gga in his face, give me fifty feet
I'm finna buy this Trish from auntie, she sixty-three
I don't do no diss songs, you gon' get shot if you mention me
Mike got so many chains on, he look like Mr. T
I got a play on the Northside, meet at Mr B's
I gave this one n*gga weed back, it had too many seeds
Why the f*ck would you cuff her? She got too many C's
My little cousin bad, he ten years old throwin' up the B's
This n*gga dumb as hell, he in the club throwin' all his cheese
n*gga, I smoke zaz', I'd never smoke no f*ckin' Breeze
I'm puttin' on for Flint, long live that n*gga MC Breed
I'm tryna run it up and get rich like MCD
The first time I made 10K, I sold THC
I ain't seen you with no cheese since PPP
I used to buy 'bows from white boys, now they EDD
You was dirt as hell back in high school, you played JV
Ridin' 'round with KrispyLife brother, I'm with AD
I know some real barefaced goons, free KD
I be sh*t-talkin' so much, that's why they hate me
This lil' b*tch say I look good, she wanna rape me
Them n*ggas broke as hell hatin' on me, they tryna bait me
You better stop f*ckin' with them snake n*ggas, they gon' bake you
Bro poured an eight of green in his pop, I'm tryna wake up
The hardest songs I ever f*ckin' made was in the basement
You better not put your heart in a b*tch, she gon' break it
I paid a hundred dollars for this seven, I'm finna face it
You better do somethin' with your life 'fore we waste it