Текст песни 3:33 - Quabundles

Keep my burner this shit hot and ready
I get high now this shit got me deady
I got medical no dr sebi (Sebi, sebi, sebi)

When I talk on the beat she get wetty (Aye, aye, aye)
She gon eat me up like sphegetti
We getting the cake like confetti (Gang, gang, gang)

Rather roll up my pain, cant speak on my feelings
I pour up four, its just for the healing
Relapsing off drugs, so i gotta mix it

I just met her and she trying to kiss me Slow down babygirl you be trippin
I aint ready for all ya attention
When i talk can u sit back and listen

She all on my body good riddance
They dont like me so then come and kill me
When i get to the top i aint chillin Only focused on counting them digits
I could pictures myself with the richest, Ina hills fucking all the bitches
Why these niggas be all in my mentions, swear these niggas they hate for a living

You ain't trying to get money cant kick it, I cant fuck with these hoes they be trickin'
Try an spin through my hood we gon flip it, I be wit soldiers know they ain't missin'
We go slide to ya block on a mission
Throw the mask on so they ain't snitchin'
Whats the odds like 1 in a million
Im just trying to run me up a million

And my pocket they never on empty
Couldn't ask niggas for a penny
You got guns nigga I got plenty
G gon come out da cut wit a semi
All the wock that i drank yea its in me
All the weed that i smoke yea it heal me
Since a kid it was never have no fear in me, I trust homies like more than my family

Yea i know that shit might sound crazy
I jus pop me a xan got me lazy
Cant lie this shit feel amazing
Got no class she cant be my lady
And they call me the goat like Tom Brady
Cause Im ballin on niggas like Tracy McGrady
Trying trap me she want to have my baby
She cant have my baby (Uhh)

I wish I could eat me a steak
But ion even got food on my plate
Sorry Ma I aint mean to complain
I was just trying to find me a way
Trying to survive in the hood everyday
With my niggas we trying to get paid
I aint working no minimum wage

I can make what you make in week
Ion even gotta walk on my feet
Send the addy if you wanna meet
You gon meet ya maker early
Want a feature I'm charging a fee
Member niggas wasnt fucking with me
Lotta niggas aint up there with me
If its up then its stuck yea with me

I get high to surpress my emotions
It be taking away all the pain
Every time that I think about my past
I feel like putting one in my brain
Up late i been crying again
Miss the ones who I call friends
Nowadays it all be pretend
Who really gon ride ina end?

Ion fuck wit that hoe you can keep her Tried to tell that lil bitch ion need her
I keep the drugs by my side
I pour up the 4 by the liter