Living Room lyrics

[Verse]
Me and my n*ggas, we moving them kilos
Never gon' switch on my brother, that's too low
You want bread, get up off your culo, betting bread with my n*gga Kula
No, they can't juke us, so many n*ggas acting like they knew us
Ruger with a clip finna do them, n*gga thinking that he finna do us
Got a bag, n*gga, you deluded, n*ggas on my di*k like they fruity
I took his b*tch, slap the booty, my b*tch the baddest, she the rudest
My b*tch the baddest, but you knew this, she taking clothes off like a nudist
Them boys not sweet, boy, leave you clueless
And that's my flow lil brah that you took off with
Your wallet hurting, bruh, pretty b*tches in thе living room, I still pick Indica
That's where the lovе is at