Ziploc lyrics

[Intro]
Try to do this b*tch in one take, or somethin'...

[Verse]
What's the point of bein' rich when you wake up alone?
What's the point of goin' home when it ain't nobody there?
f*ck that, I grab my bike and phone home in the air
And I pedal through the city with the wide frame steer
With that tall pale boy that I met last year
Grape, that's what I call him, love, that's what I fall in
Fell in, I ain't like sports growing up, but now I'm ballin'
I guess I'm a late bloomer
Ayo, look, high tide bottoms 'cause the neck on lunar
Them GOLF le FLEUR unos 'cause, we don't do Puma, nah
20k pairs, gone in 3 seconds
You ain't gotta like him and you ain't gotta respect him
For playin' chess with these n*ggas
That think that they're bench pressin'
Leg day is getting skipped, guess who really runnin' sh*t?
Young Teezy, it ain't easy, feelin' wheezy in this b*tch
New slaves got y'all n*ggas feelin' breezy on the ship
Pour a Fanta in your poison so its easier to sip, huh?
Haha!
My sh*t leaked two weeks before that release date
First week, did dos, a thousand off, beat Meek
Shout out Meek! Two n*ggas first week top 3!
And I can't even get a song to play on the radio
But tripled in them ratings, TV channels still pay me tho, haha
P told me not to trip
I am in my Ziploc, n*gga
Feel like I got the best album out, uh
I know I got the best album out, preach
[Outro]
Let me, let me hear that