Текст песни Guac - Do More Today

The rhythm's inspired
By moment's when we drunk and high
We always get fly in DC
Always in style
The fashion that we got is wild
MYWAY on the jeans and the tee

2020 Hectic, my vision still on the money
If being broke is a joke
I don't find the shit very funny
Skinny nigga, I'm a starving artist
Imma eat regardless
You do too much?
Imma eat them charges
Pride gonna have me dead or in jail
Grandma used to say she wasn't paying my bail
And all the things I was doing was gonna land me in hell
That shit really hit me different
Keep in mind I'm like 12
Growing up as a kid I wasn't loving myself
Now I know that I'm the shit
I only fuck with myself
It's cool, cause these ladies yeah they fuck with me too
A lot of bitches in my phone
I'm only fucking like 2
At the same time
It's more than just the money
I'm known to drop a dime
Other niggas switch up for the cuddy
I just do my dougie then I dip
You know we cool if you ever catch me on some bummy shit
Emptying a hundred clips
I could go a hundred rounds
Fucked her for some hours
Bet you now she say she love me now
Pussy put a nigga in a Burberry button down
Parallel to niggas playing rose like a paramount
Juxtapose to niggas just a pole
Thinking air 'em out
Protecting mi casa at any cost
I guess I took the Erin route
Attacking the titan size never been frightening
Anything but a bitch
You T me up then we fighting
No hair pulling or biting unless shorty a freak
She always talk shit when we fucking
But we ain't spoken in weeks
I'm quarantined, unemployed, smoking my weed
I ain't even tripping this what God told me to be
I'm just waiting on a rose gold Patek Phillipe
Cost of static make Patek have to do it for cheap
You won't do it for the vine at least do it for me
She off the Henn but hit a whine damn shawty a freak
Your man's on the social talking like a mogul
Nigga how you global but they barred your ass local
Nigga on his story trapping
He ain't even sold a gram
He ain't really bout that action
He just showed out for the cam
Bro flexing with the high point knowing it's gon' jam
He was talking all that shit
Then they caught him
He like damn

Clutching the fourth
Kiji don't fumble
Stems and seeds his shit tumble
I roll sticky
My bougie hoe gettin' too picky
12 Knocking we getting too litty
250 For the truffles
Bottles and the Nikon in the duffle
Drunk and high girls Instagramming in a huddle
Things don't work the same
The work different
Aggie pride but them Central bitches twerk different
Ghetto booty I'm loving it
Got a big mac
If you want beef nigga the grill hot
Thought he wanted smoke now he dubbing it
We pop shit nigga RIP to Pop
LED lighting in the drop
Stars on the roof of the box
Puffing on some boof in the box
They gon' lose a tooth when this drops
They tryna bite it
Like I'm feeding my child
Deadbeat dad cause this ain't for you
TikTok thot shaking ass on the for you
That's how we living now
Kaiser making Peso
Kiji making Guac
Hit Armani for exclusive when the OF drop
No Odd Future
Golden arches off of Martin Luther
We was rapping in the parking lot
Back in 2018 we would spark a lot
Just me and mine at the time
We was all good
Niggas grown but I promise you we still good
And if she let me hit again
I hope it's still good
And fuck it girl I'm trying cause I feel good
And I look good
Kiji