Hoping they come to life

‘Cause right there on the stairs is where
Drank, drank ’til I motherfuckin’
Always vert with the skrrt, rims tangerine

This rap shit crazy, need the woosah
I’m a rockstar, drank ’til I pass out
This money doin’ somethin’ to my brain (my brain)
Really wanna know, I’m hoping they come to life
This drank got me talkin’ like Z-Ro
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Holding onto memories
I’m in the trap saran wrappin’ with the Vaseline
Drank ’til I motherfuckin’ pass out
Grade A bitches treatin’ me like a saint
to Shawty Lo, yeah B. R.I.P. Dot know I’m flexin’
Half a pint, whole pint, gassed up, crazy, ay
Salute me when I’m walkin’ through, you ain’t me
Hoping they come to life

But I done poured so many pints that shit got old to me (Wop)
Thirty cars deep, it’s like a circus with me
Who the fuck you talkin’ to, you ain’t me
I’m the type of nigga that you meet at the bank

Two back to back Spurs, me and Mike WiLL made it
And my hood love me unconditional
Flip me couple million for investments
I be rollin’ every time that I arrive
Rae Sremmurd, Gucci Mane, it sounds perfect to me
Ah man, Mike WiLL Made-It
Your hood love you ’cause you on the instrumental though
It’s Gucci!
Mike WiLL Made-It
Gi-gimme some space
Two pinky rings, two pints of lean
We poured our first perfect pints
I don’t like to sugarcoat or politic with yes men
Two styrofoam cups, a pint of some drank
This money doin’ somethin’ to my ego (my ego)
They screamin’ Compton, must be two sides
I-I’ll turn your crib to a ho house
Two cups, too turnt, two hoes, one me

Poured our first perfect pints
Holding on to memories
They were screamin’ "Free Gucci", but now that Guwop’s free
Blue cheese, no Ranch, hunduns on me
Double park on the curb, I can drive but I’m lazy
‘Cause underneath the stairs is where we
Ear Drummers
Wop
Everybody a Blood ’til they hemorrhaging

King I fell asleep and had a dream ridin’ on M.L.
Now I’m back on top like I’m ‘posed to be
I got a smaller team, got a bigger ring (Bigger ring)
Leaving would be wise, but you know where my heart lies
Poured our first perfect pints
Holding on to memories
And this freak in my ear tryna go
VIP my barrio, 200 on the guest list
2017 onto bigger things (bigger things)
Everybody a Crip ’til they black and blue
Tossing turning all night (Yeah yeah)
These pills got me feelin’ like Neo
Everything I do is with the extras
You know clean lean jump like trampoline
Kung Fu Kenny, look look
I like me a boujee hoe from Normandie and Western