Weak sh*t lyrics

[Hook]
Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling
95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling
No exaggeration, f*cking b*tches, I be doing
My pockets hella empty, but these b*tches steady choosing

[Verse]
To this pimping, I'm a student, I need a job
This rap ain't paying bills, okay, blame it on Rashad
I get all in my feelings gather, blame it all on God
But see that ain't the lesson that was taught up from my mom
I be that Pretty n*gga Flacko – f*ck that sh*t, f*ck that b*tch
See that sh*t don't make no sense, he ain't even got a lisp
It's so many f*ck rappers, I can't even make a diss
It's so many f*ck n*ggas, ain't no need to make a list
And tell my momma I'll be straight, all I need is dutches
Swishers, hide my insecurity, crowded by a bunch of n*ggas
They just don't be hearing me, you gon' start comparing me
Diamond in the rough, suck my di*k, you'll see the clarity
Later I won't, won't be this same mothaf*cka
As soon as I get on, one insane mothaf*cka
I guess all them concussions, rattled brain mothaf*cka
And we don't wanna hear that weak sh*t, but you love it
I be high all in public, see sobriety's a struggle
They pay they bills hating, see, denying me's a hustle
I been drinking, I been drinking
See the fly in me, I'm buzzing (That weak sh*t)
[Hook]
Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling
95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling
No exaggeration, f*cking b*tches, I be doing
My pockets hella empty, but these b*tches steady choosing